The Eyes Have It
Be still sweetheart, as I touch your tender skin,
your doe shaped eyes of hazel and your scent of indigo bring intensity-
Beyond the core of the existence I feel a need so strong,
too strong to resist; for you are an allured magnet,
a gravitational force beyond human sight recognition.
The enticement your eyes carry brings an optical illusion of seduction.
I’ve seen the majesty of Tuscany and found the way to heaven,
and there you are, sweetheart…for I am lost in your eyes.
Be still sweetheart, as my eyes outline you with wonder;
canvas upon canvas of perfect hues of elegance.
Observations of unknown castles redeem your charm as innocence,
your splendor is breathless as these brows long to be touched.
For you are exquisite in fantasy and remarkable in
watching my every move.
You carry such beauty in those hazel eyes…
you know, the kind that kind of beauty that shines in your soul?
There is nothing more magnificent than the gaze you give.
If bushels of roses are reminders of true romance,
then I shall give one to you every morning when you awake-
For I am found in your sight, when I am lost in your eyes.
The Eyes Have It
July 11, 2017
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2017
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