Uncommon are the portals to her soul--
deeper than the ocean,
brighter than the sun,
a beauty as timeless as the Universe.
Out of reach,
I look into them, fall into them,
descending deeply downward,
falling freely forever.
They caress my soul
When they meet with mine--
flesh ablaze with insatiable desire,
sudden seduction with a single glance.
A careless coup d'oeil uncovers carefully concealed compassion--
expressive eyes emanate emotion,
as hers do exude erroneous vehemence,
so do they diffuse discernible regard.
Lunar light is mirrored in her eye.
She looks alluringly toward me--
yearning for our hearts to touch,
union of our souls,
the love of two as one.
As a blind man without feeling,
so am I lost.
As a poet without words,
so am I useless--
So I am... without her.
The way she looks at me
it captures me,
I cannot escape.
Her eyes beckon,
entice my entire entity,
quiet quintessence lured lasciviously into love.
They are superfluously sexy,
forever and never
hers and mine.