Brown and round large flecks of gold

the kind of thing a person could get lost in

lashes so long they reach for the sky

afraid to look for fear of being lost in them

As if they look right through me

so warm so unafraid seeking out my face

when the sun hits them the gold shines so bright

it takes my breath away

Never really noticed until you were inches from my lips

how they drink in everything around each look a little more

every feeling so expressed inside those lash framed eyes

so easy to fall in one look is all it takes

Feeling them on me turning to see their beauty

never wanting to stop transfixed by the colors

by the emotion wrapped within only wanting more

reach into my soul just a look and I am yours

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