Pools of enchantment, that is what your eyes hold.
Inept hands, reach to hold, grasping mine like a life line.
All I ask is that, when your pools of green enchantment look into my own seas of blue,
you will never hide from me, and beg me please to stay.
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC
Pools of enchantment, that is what your eyes hold.
Inept hands, reach to hold, grasping mine like a life line.
All I ask is that, when your pools of green enchantment look into my own seas of blue,
you will never hide from me, and beg me please to stay.
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