Beautiful

Beauty is in the eye of the lover.

In the eye of my lover.

Where the sun bleeds gold,

And stars bring silver to distant skies.

For in these eyes,

My lovers eyes,

The universe is my maze.

My maze where I get lost so easily,

Yet always find my way home.

And when these eyes,

My lovers eyes,

Turn to me and shine with the brilliance that lights my way,

I find myself spinning,

Falling,

Drifting.

Lost once more in a void,

So pure the Gods weep with envy.