Her eyes as the stars of twilight fair
Like twilight’s too, her dusky auburn hair,
The world within her eyes, was a mess of Gorgeous chaos
Enthusiastically dancing their own sweet tune.
Their own sweet vocabulary, a beautiful language he then learned,
With his poetic words her love he earned
The glory of a sunrise in her eyes,
The Calmness of a sunset in her eyes,
Sometimes Calm, sometimes Wild,
Fierce look of a wounded tigress
Innocence of a new-born child
She talked, but he only heard what her eyes spoke,
Eyes that twinkled at his sight
And calmed the hurricane in his head
Like shooting stars, her piercing looks,
An Author could write on her eyes, a million books
She whispers she doesn’t care, when hurt with her own misery,
Heart bleeds and stains her soul, every hurt into a story.
So when he did walk away, she closed her eyes,
Every beautiful compliment now, would always sound as a harsh lie,
She shut the world in her eyes so hard,
Her make-up ran down, wet and cold,
Once his world was in her eyes,
Now he sees her eyes, everywhere in the world!