What I See In Your Eyes
An endless spiral of infinite emotions;
First thought of as hell,
But we have differing interpretations.
Because the spirals in your eyes
Are kin to mine,
And the spirals in your cheeks
Are like the rings in a tree;
So beautiful to me.
I find it onerous on the mind
To consolidate my thoughts
And compare you to material things
Because, my dear,
You are beyond the material brain.
You are an entity I'd define as
Pure beauty.
Artistry, and almost a beautiful contrivance,
But far too genuine to be artificial.
You are the artist, the brush, and the canvas,
As if to say,
The maiden, the mother, and the crone.
A being of love, life, and death.
You are the start and the end.
The world and its galaxy.
And to think,
This is just what I see
By looking into the clairvoyant's orbs;
What we might call,
Eyes.
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