Poetry

There is a place near the corner of your eye

Where your eyelashes curve serenely

Around the vicissitudes of being

And the world melts into a sunlit dream;

Time sighs from hopelessness,

Unable to conquer the beauty of your eyes.

I do not know what they call perfection such as this;

I only know that this 

is poetry.

Reviews

[Zahra]

beautifully written, exquisite piece

[jacob erin-cilberto]

such a beautifully romantic statement...a breathtaking visual...the first feature that always engages me with a woman is her eyes...they tell such stories...

[Rachelle]

A moment captured quite sublimely, Doc! Kampai!

[Aethereal]

Ah yes, beauty is eternally recurrent, as well as minds who admire it. Mind is the evolution of apprehension.