Looking into your iris is like teleporting to space. There is no such thing as the concept time or gravity.
Everything is still, yet moving so fast.
There is nothing. Nothing but absolute beauty & mystery.
It kept pulling me in as I was floating across a map of lost stars & swimming in a lost sea of star dust, yet I wasn't lost.
I knew exactly where I was.
I was with you,  
I was with your soul.
But yet no one exactly knows where we are because the universe is infinite & we are all just little specks of nothing.
But your eyes.. ******* those eyes.
Your eyes are not nothing.
Your eyes are everything.
They have the capability to make a human being discover galaxies that have never been found.
They have the beauty that no one has ever encountered.
Those eyes.. oh man those eyes have their own galaxies of their own.
They hold a world within them that still needs to be discovered.
They make you feel like you're lucid dreaming into
another dimension.
I cannot hold them in my hands, but yet I can feel your vibrations throughout my cold veins & my disordered skin.
Oh how ******* lovely it is to stare into your iris.

She bared her soul to me
Bared her soul in beautiful hues my dull eyesight couldn’t dissect
The canvas painted in shades I could barely detect
And I still see the rainbow in the browns of eyes
And brown eyes seem so common
Hers were anything but
They shined so bright the world dimmed when they shut.
So I blinked when she blinked
Winked when she winked
So I’d never live in a world without that light
And if ever she went blind I’d gift her my sight
Because the world needs those eyes
With each amber iris
Those irises that can capture the hue of the rain
Down to each drop’s stain
That can take the cool of the storm
And match the sun’s sense of warm
She paints pictures that remind you of the first day you were born
Everything is real
So real it’s exciting and terrifying
Life giving and death defying
So vivid if I described it I wouldn’t know where to start
My first love I fell in love with the artist as beautiful as her art.

Will you love me when I'm 80
When I walk and talk real slow?
Will you love my wrinkles
If I let them show?
Will you hold me every night
And kiss me in the morning light?
And when I see my last sunrise
Will you hold me when I die?

sacred drum thumping
ancient rhythms
living eternally
throughout earth
the sound births
a percussion
of subconsciousness.

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As I rest my head upon your chest each & every night.
The beat of your heart whispers softly into my ear
“Do not worry or be afraid sweetheart, because we
both know,  that this has always been what is right.”
Then you say,  “I am finally back where I have always
belonged. Our love has never faded, because stronger
then ever, I can still feel our two hearts beating as one.”

Lopez ©reationz 2010

I dare not take even one more glance
For your beauty captures my soul
There's no escaping love's sweet trance
That comes from your radiant glow

You hold my desires, in the palm of your hand
With the mere mention of your name
Your wishes now, forever my command
Like a genie grants fortune and fame

You're the masterpiece, the artist paints
Each time that he raises his brush
Your presence, causes the flowers to faint
And your whisper, my heartbeat to hush

They speak of your beauty, in the Heavens above
They call you the treasure, the goddess of love