Tilting my head back,
To look up at you.
I see eyes,
That I have known,
And seen;
For years in my dreams.
Eyes,
That remind me,
Of snow capped Fir trees.
And Silvered clouds.
The clouds,
Outline the trees,
Against their stark and bleak existence.
Ever changing.
Ever shifting.
Never the same shape,
Nor color,
As moments before.
Eyes that,
Like the snow-filled clouds above;
Have the tendency to,
captivate the mind.
Harboring your thoughts.
Your emotions.
Holding in the abundance
Of your love.
And when you let it,
wash out on those around you.
It falls softly,
As the snowflakes swirling in the wind.
Lightly kissing skin.
Your eyes.
Are my muse.
My heart.
And my joy.
Such intense beauty they do so hold.
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