My Darling's eyes:
Embers of molten gold,
An ocean of stars nigh,
Mine eyes dost behold.
My Darling's eyes:
A pulchritude cauldron
Akin to the skie's lanterns
Yet are but of chalcedony.
My Darling's eyes:
To be on the mark
Are but diamond dunes
If not a fountain of sparks!
My Darling's eyes:
Effulgent stars in a cluster
Swaddling velvet night skies
With celestial shore luster.
©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros
20th September 2016
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 6:55 PM UTC
My Darling's eyes:
Embers of molten gold,
An ocean of stars nigh,
Mine eyes dost behold.
My Darling's eyes:
A pulchritude cauldron
Akin to the skie's lanterns
Yet are but of chalcedony.
My Darling's eyes:
To be on the mark
Are but diamond dunes
If not a fountain of sparks!
My Darling's eyes:
Effulgent stars in a cluster
Swaddling velvet night skies
With celestial shore luster.
©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros
20th September 2016
#Be on the mark is an idiom that refers to be accurate or correct.
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