Jewels, off your beautiful eyes
color the world with your gentle surprise
myriad in the mist of your luminescent guise
restless in thoughts of a calmly wise
the elegance of your eyes from the depths of a quiver
oh please...please don't cry me a river
the immensity of a drop that beset in thy sight
behold, or nothing will be spared in the flow of a might
the dead silence of the night
the shimmer on your skin
the fragrance of a beauty, that lay within
sanguine in existence, you eyes start to speak
in a language of it's own, with an innocent tweak
do i hold my senses or do i hold thy jewels
the former is worthless without its coordinates
the latter too precious for every single fall
jewels i have known of different kind
jewels that cross my weary mind
countless in their form
existential in their shine
but the jewels from your eye
a single one can define
the essence of the infinite
the virtue of reflection
turning the whole world...
upon a single regression
hold my ardent clarity of your fine
lest i get caught in an eternal entwine
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