An Untitled Gift
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Your eyes scare me,
They steal my breathe,
And still my heart beat.
They see through me,
In to my mind. 
The deepest parts,
Leaving nothing to hide behind.

Your eyes read my heart,
And repeat my motions, Mimicking me, 
In their spherical worlds. 
Tracking my base hands,
My feet, my chest, my lips.
A miniature juxtaposed always demands. 

Your eyes have no equal,
Comparison lacks 
Leaving no trace 
Of a fading criteria. 
They pour tears of life—Flowing tears of love, 
And weep tears of pain. 

Your eyes have captured me,
Chaining my thoughts static,
A bondman to your confining gaze
Why should I try to turn away,
And waste a glimpse of paradise,
On an undeserving day.