EYE

I love you lashes,
So sweet with color,
A color of distinct dark flavor,
So firm and beautiful,
So short and sweet.

They are curved nicely,
So curved and raised above the brows,
Those eyebrows that undergo self trimming process,
And are pure as white roses.

I see their firmness and strength,
Standing straight and furious,
They are a piece of unimaginable wealth
Your eyes are cancerous.

I love your eyes,
Because they foresee lies,
And tell the truth,
Those truths full of uncommon words that sooth.

The strength of your lashes
Are stronger than wild growing bushes
So tough and beautifully designed
Well shaped and curved

Your brows glow in the darkness
The darkness of their own black color
The brightness of their edges glitter
Giving them a taste so sweet and bitter.

The oval ocean between them carries waters of life
Those waters that feeds the rose inside
The rose that has its root spread inside of you
The source of its oval shaped beauty.

I love your eyes,
I’d love to lie next to your nose
So I’d inhale it’s scents
Those smells that comes out with every tear of joy.

The sparks in the rays of your eyes are so charming,
Very brilliant and bright
Those rays are painted
Very short beautiful shining rays.

The lids engulf your green ball,
A ball sunken and surrounded in an oval white surface,
A beautiful field in the eye
An eyes that plays much with my feelings whenever they bounce.

I can feel them from a distance,
Their bang sends an impulse to my brain,
A feeling that rekindles my smiles,
An unending smile that leaves me in fantasy.

I need your place,
I want your space,
So I’d stay to consume those glances,
All alone every day.