8 - The Arc
Upon looking at the beads of your eyes,
The deep orbs, as they never do lie,
I get a glance of expanse that lies,
And also see how often they cry.
And with a slight touch of,
That sulky arc of your lips,
I perceive the ache,
And the heart that it clips.
As I gauge your deepmost core,
My vision falls on a benign soul,
Naive about the society's ways,
And blighted by the world's foul.
But sometimes that arc,
Maps the contours of your cheek,
Now those optics shine so brilliant,
And it is the brilliance with the arc that I seek.
It spawns in my stomach,
Some wierd butterflies,
My heart starts racing,
Giving my soul some turbulent tides.
As I gaze upon,
The portrait that forms,
A perfect piece of art,
In my norms.
The time and chaos take a pause,
With my mind in focus mode,
I feel glad for the comfort vouchsafed,
And wish for that beam to never erode.
- Vanshiwrts
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