Your Blue Eyes

Love Poem

 

Your eyes are the ocean-
blue, skies made of emotion,
true as the purest devotion.

When you look at me – a prison!
I can’t move, barely speak, no reason!
You are  the sweetest season.

How innocent these eyes are?
They shine, day and night,
like the most caressing Star.

When I look into that ocean,
I stay there forever, lost and bound.
Endless days, nights beyond any count.

Oh, don’t you ever blur this sky!
Keep your eyes interwoven with mine.
It doesn’t matter, does it – the time?

 

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photograph by Will Milne

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