I have heard tales of eyes;
beholder of swirling emotions,
glass window to the soul,
a trap of decadent feelings
in hues of
sweet honey
earthy darkness
vibrant blues
moonlight emerald or
a forest of green and golden haze.

I have heard tales of eyes,
beholder of swirling emotions
that are captured in those pools;
a seeping darkness
an enchanting mar of red
a green glaze
over those icy stare
capturing me in them
torturing me through their gaze.

I have heard tales of eyes,
glass window to the soul
the fragile strong wisp I see caged in bones.
a fragment of loss
haunting lines of scars
that run from the soul to the heart
broken pieces of dreams
in those piercing hollow caves
that beckon me to get lost in.

I have heard tales of eyes,
a trap of decadent feelings
that are oozing out like mere gold;
a shiver of peace
a flurry of butterfly wings
a twinkle of mischief
a ray of sunlight
a colour so exquisite 
bathing me lovely in their glow.

I have heard tales of eyes,
but they never told me of yours.

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