They are something only God could make.
When I gaze in your eyes, my breath you take.
Your eyes stop my thoughts. Snatching and mesmerizing.
Look away, I cannot. Pulling and hypnotizing.
They force my pair, to stop and stare.
They cause the pause anytime, anywhere.
Then we see nothing but us.
We speak without words. Our eyes discuss.
Your eyes
Your eyes ,
They're so alive .
They have a calm unexplainable.
The everyday and the occasional.
You've caught me, the untamable.
Your eyes create a bond, unbreakable.
Your eyes , Your eyes ,
They're purified.
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