your eyes
of orchids
maybe lotus...
they float
detached
stars perhaps.
a ship set sail
longing...
you
a pixie’s playground
or a forest,
a child’s castle
or a tree
(it's all the same to you)
innocence
in essence;
inevitably transcends
to me
(unworthy) I must decline,
my beauty;
so humble
remarkable
your eyes
of lillies...
or lilacs
cannot describe
the (elegance)
the (delicacy)
the beauty
of your eyes.