Sink

It’s always the eyes that hook me, I look into them with glee. One pair after another took me, And I sank into their sea. I have no favorite colours, For my soul always flies Into pair after another Of gorgeous, shining eyes. Their depth, their hues, their magic Like magnets, suck me in; And in such warmth and comfort, To sink I then begin. Into your eyes I’m staring, Like seas, they toss and roll; Your eyes and spirit sharing, Like hugging someone’s soul. I look, and then to my surprise I hear what thoughts you think. Like roiling seas are your eyes, And into them I sink.