Eyes

Orbs, spinning. Staring, glaring, and watching. An inexorable swirling of blue-green color mesmerizing in their distinct beauty. But it was not the dazzling colors that held onto my attentions, that gripped my heart so firmly and forced it to look on, to long, to hunger; No, that could only be credited to the childish innocence.

A soft smile, one I was apt to return. But it was not your smile, or your unwavering volley of questions, that had so perfectly charmed me; No, for that could have only been credited to those unmistakable beacons of beaming hues.

And yet, in my study I sit, I find myself unable to resist their lure; the way they bob, and shake. Still, I find myself gazing into them for long hours, deep into the night, completely and utterly transfixed upon those twin stars, sparking so brightly, as though you mock me, even now. It was almost like you still coudn't believe it hadn't been but a moment of fleeting passion.

Bewitched I was, captured by such a beauty, and yet, I was not so enthralled, so totally lost that I could never recover; No, for, you could not escape me. Your eyes stare back at me, as I stare at them, from within the liquidy dephs of that dusty jar in which the objects of my obsession do float in their brilliant excellence. Ita erit in aeternum!