It’s all about the eyes.
It’s neither the color, nor the neighboring lashes.
It’s, rather, your own reflection
mirrored through dancing pupils,
which are live testimonies to a timeless attraction.
Needless of words,
they communicate profound meanings of love,
only fathomed by the experienced and first-timers alike.
Just like clocks, ticking sincere passion by the second,
they also alarm you to decisive moments,
dispatching commas and full stops,
to finally announce: “The End.”
It’s neither the color, nor the neighboring lashes.
It’s, rather, your own reflection
mirrored through dancing pupils,
which are live testimonies to a timeless attraction.
Needless of words,
they communicate profound meanings of love,
only fathomed by the experienced and first-timers alike.
Just like clocks, ticking sincere passion by the second,
they also alarm you to decisive moments,
dispatching commas and full stops,
to finally announce: “The End.”
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