The untold story that no one has heard
The myths you always hear about but never actually find the facts to prove it
A temperature it doesn’t get any colder
Or any hotter
I can stare at it with no bother
the one in my eye is my personal heart holder
The one  I see is ageless it doesn’t get any older
My eyes blink only to bow
And the occasional wink because one eye doesn’t want to miss a second of your presence
The only thing raised is my brow
The sweet treats to my eyes and keeps on doing it’s job in pleasing them
It’s everywhere and concentrated in one spot all at the same time
It reaches both ends of the spectrum
it is black and white but does not mix to make grey nor does it go together like zebra stripes
It extends past the amount of letter combinations in every language multiplied by the extent that pi stretches to … It doesn’t end
It will never die to me
It’s much more than just what eyes can see
But that is the only part you think about when I speak of her Beauty