Your eyes speak to me without words,
with passion incrusted in them as a sword.
My reflection between your irises,
it shines bright as the moon arises.
Your deep gaze undressing the being,
a secret barely hidden as the shadows start screaming.
Two crystal orbs that treasure emotions,
as if they were made for love potions.
Even so, your mouth will never say a word,
so I play the fool as my eyes blurred.
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Author:
Ataraxia (
Offline) - Published: January 3rd, 2025 22:15
- Category: Love
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Comments1
The eyes the window to the soul, they can say so much or so little, enjoyed the read
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