Her eyes are deadlights in disguise.
Mine faint to a far off distance inside pure night.
Into an unworldly, wonderful wonderland.
Seems obscure, but I am surely under her utter hand.
Nothing more than that it takes and I am submerged in an imaginary dance.
Something stored in half her gaze has me merged to a solitary glance.
Looking away is not an option; I am stuck staring at someone extremely stunning.
Booking my fate into her garden; I must be wearing a young set of wings.
This has to be heaven because her eyes were the assuring light.
Miss, I am glad to be spending all of my love on you; my darling delight.
