The magic of your eyes is shining from small pic,
Deep inside of the soul it surely does reveal,
The essence of my life is there hiding deep,
For me to search when I'm alone, alone with me.
This photo is explaining world, what is to come,
Love is that wise, your eyes tell me that much,
And it is nonsense when they say that love is blind,
The magic of your eyes tells things invisible to sight.
A mesmerizing state of loving what you are
Is giving sense to days and weeks, and months of mine.
And does it matter if this world turns backwards much?
Should earth change poles it'll matter less than grass,
Cause nothing is more frightful than to lose your love,
To lose this blinking smile of yours in soulful eyes.
Oh dear poet, I respect and honor you so much
For simple poem that's in harmony with mine,
Cause when in love, be even unrequited love,
What's happening to world is no concern of mine.