Where sparkles flash,
angels are known to dance,
in an ebony-pitch glistening diamond
Royal rose;
I dream the dreams so fleeting,
awakening, wondering,
when the day slides slowly from the
Sanctuary of Sleep's Sweet Kingdom,
where those eyes
flashed their finest Wine-
song forever in a glance that makes me
sigh,
makes me wish for Willow-weeps
beneath the crystalline tears of my breathless
yearning
left laying lonesome on my pillow.

Your eyes are like that.