Those glorious eyes I cannot forget. Their vivid beauty will last like the history in books.
Blue as the sea
Sparkling as a glimmer
Fathomless
Shades that morph like
Moods of the tide
They beam and illuminate
Warming cold hearts
They search inside your soul
Secrets reveal willingly
Clear as the rain
Gray as the storm clouds
Shallow
Shades that morph like
Moods of the tide
They flare agony and outrage
Passion unheeded
Those shining eyes
Beacons of spirit
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