Yours, Mine, Theirs.
Eyes, here and everywhere.

Your eyes tell stories
that can never be foretold,
the deception it writes
only for you to hold.

The blue of your vibrant lens
electrically conversing to me,
striking and intricate
in its details to be free;

Where trapped thoughts and mindless actions
dispute in a ring,
in the rims
of those multicoloured Siamese Twins.

With every emotion,
your daunting colours change,
from storm grey to rose gold,
I ponder to your range.

There's everything in me,
from what I see in you;
except the burning red compassion
for the love I held you through.