To my dearest with the blue eyes, a sonnet
by chris-miner
Of many pairs of eyes i've seen
all lack the sparkle and virtue of yours
as if the deep blue sea serene
in thy eyes to me lures
oft upon thee have I glanced
and felt the warmth upon thy skin
and from thine eyes, find I myself entranced
with the beauty that doth lie within
yet shalt thou ne'er discover
the feelings that within me rest
and from afar, shall I suffer
that we, as friends, be best
forever shalt thou be to me the pinnacle of creation
and forever still shalt thine eyes shine as the doors to my salvation