*"It's always been her eyes -
those tiny means of vision.
her beautiful eyes -
the center of all my attraction.
Stopped seems time,
when like a ****** lake they shine.
I become a pilgrim,
wanting to bathe in that water divine!
A mere glimpse of that lake surreal
and worries of the world seem trivial
And, for that instant the idea of God,
seems less of a fraud.
It's always been her eyes!"*
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 12:37 PM UTC
*"It's always been her eyes -
those tiny means of vision.
her beautiful eyes -
the center of all my attraction.
Stopped seems time,
when like a ****** lake they shine.
I become a pilgrim,
wanting to bathe in that water divine!
A mere glimpse of that lake surreal
and worries of the world seem trivial
And, for that instant the idea of God,
seems less of a fraud.
It's always been her eyes!"*