I call you Natures finest, nothing stands touching but your pretty eyes
It melts the body and the soul, it remind me of the wild and of untamed love
It is like the Summer sun whose glow shine upon yellow wheat fields
It is the touch of the Suns gold which sprays her tentacles upon a waking town
Your eyes fascinate all, staring in them makes the earth shudder beneath me
In the mornings, it is like rays, dreamily casted for inner warmth, unexplainable
In the evenings, it calls on to the wild, the cats wonder if you are one of them
Your eyes inspire the ink in me, it drives my pen crazy and if this pen would live
It shall call you mother Natures gift to Earth, pure inspiration from God Himself
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