In her dreamy lustrous eyes, I see a golden sparkle; Whiffs of fairy dust smear her unblemished cheeks; I long for her presence in the loveliest of dark nights - When the singing nightingale to his beloved speaks. In her tear-filled soulful eyes, I sense a hint of sorrow; Her deep dark eyes betray glimpses of a tragic loss; Hand in hand, we sail to the edge of the wide world; And into the deepest of still waters all worries toss. In her brilliant eyes, brighter than a thousand suns; She weaves magic that fades the unhappiest of scars; With the strongest of wills to persevere and conquer - Taking a perfect aim, she shoots for the farthest stars. In her bloodshot forbidding eyes, I see furrowed lines; Of gashes and wounds inflicted by the treacherous lot; Bold 'n unyielding, she unleashes her wings of wrath - Never before has a battle been more valiantly fought. In her emboldened eyes, burns an unquenchable fire - Undeterred by the gloom of the ill-fated dark night; There's nothing that her spirited self cannot achieve - When her enlightened mind, body and soul unite.
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