Head over heels
I've fallen so hard
To his hazel eyes
From under his thick lashes
I can see the beauty itself
The way his irises swim carelessly
In the brown liquid of his eyes
With small specks of green
Outlining the peripheries
Protecting the shades of black
And the fine lines of grey
All drowning in the topaz of his eyes
The twinkle they hold
Speak what has been left untold
And reveal what has been rolled
When i stare into his eyes
I don't only see the surface
But the galaxies they hide
As if they've embraced the night
With all its sparkling stars
With its moon and secrets
With its mystery and the unknown
Leaving me awestruck
Just sinking deeper and deeper
With every second passing
And me only staring
Into his beautiful hazel eyes
Which speak to my soul
And nourish me to the full
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The inner voice
PoetryA collection of some of my poems :) **Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words ~ Robert Frost Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words ~ Edgar Allan Poe Painting is silent poetry and poetry is paint...
