Enigmatic
Eyes.
Cold
in a furnace,
Hot
as pure love, free.
Some
strange enigma seen,
In
the eyes dancing before me.
A
mysterious allure felt,
Calling
out to receptors within.
Could
falling in love again,
Be
more precious without my sin ?
Doubts
linger in my mind,
Being
pierced to the core.
The
eyes watching every move,
Spring
open and inner door.
Supposed
is my fantasy,
Of
what you'd be telling free.
Carried
within your glassy stare,
Pushing
into the heart of me.
To She, who's name is carried in the wind.
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