"It's always been her eyes -
those tiny means of vision.
her beautiful eyes -
the center of all my attraction.

Stopped seems time,
when like a ****** lake they shine.
I become a pilgrim,
wanting to bathe in that water divine!

A mere glimpse of that lake surreal
and worries of the world seem trivial
And, for that instant the idea of God,
seems less of a fraud.

It's always been her eyes!"