Through these eyes the looking glass world where Alice no longer exists Lost in Wonderland passé the outdated reformed old-fangled legend of lovers caught in lust captured, overthrown their love a blessed curse
I see anew through rose tinted glasses kaleidoscope cylinders with mirrors of beads objects of beautiful forms observed; a curve, a secret a jewelled hand, gold painted nails
Her glance catches mine eyes meet as lips are bitten there's something in our eyes love is seeing, an imperfect woman, in all her perfection
Despite removing any glass from miracles of the eye there only remains a quintessential irreproachable, unmarred deity and as long as I love with such profound affection, perfection with her will always rein
Your glance shifts, your gaze lead astray your face tells a thousand stories in just one expression
I am your island and you are my sea I sit, love unrequited for you to return the tide back to me.