Those eyes

Those beautiful eyes,
as enchanting as a foggy lake at the break of dawn,
to have wondered what they've seen,
to have wished to be in them,


If those eyes could sing,
They'd sing the sweetest melody,
and if those eyes could dance,
They'd dance a graceful ballet,

soft brown eyes,as demure as a path of silky robes,
a fool i am to wish they were mine,
Just for a moment,to get lost,and to drown in,
to slip in them,and never worry about getting out,

when wise men said,beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
I would sum up the courage to ask them,what if those eye's were the beauty?,
that you confidently speak of?,
and the beholder,the unfaltering guardian?

To have been in those eyes,is to have lived,
when honorable men crumble in it,
how can a dreamer wish to call it his own?
the wishful thinking of a simpleton,so foolish,so naive,


When i close my eyes with the onset of slumber,
And dreams envelope me like a warm memory,those eyes,i will think of,
like shimmering emeralds,unearthed from the deserts core,
As pristine as life itself,oh won't you say I'll be yours to keep?..