Your eyes












 Your eyes

they caught me from afar

and imprinted on my mind.

I've never seen two

quite like yours


Where the land and sea meet,

the centre of your gaze

a daze into which I'm brought

and where I wish to bathe


The place I cannot look

when troubles echo through my heart

and the windows that I search for

like I've found the greatest art

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