Those big, brown eyes so disarming,
I do surrender to 'em my whole Being;
They speak louder than words,
And slay all sorrows like swords.

They speak of winsome purity,
And ooze out divine assurity;
There are storms brewing within,
Ready to get drowned, can't save my skin.

Just a stare may instill fears,
I lose all my defences at all frontiers:
Who could a look for a moment book,
(They won't a slight blink brook).

Many a time, my destiny to foretell,
With pristine pride, they sweetly swell;
There is heaven in those eyes,
Divinity in essence here on Earth lies.

How they dig out the deepest secrets,
(Revealing 'em though I've no regrets).

© Parry P Eugene