A single speck
of your eye in mine.
An obscure glimmer.
Reason unknown.
I’m curious.
Mystified, mesmerized.
I get lost in your eyes,
drawn to pools of unknown.
And when I return a shard is lodged in me.
Driftwood on an open sea.
Maybe, just maybe
a sliver of me is in you, too.
Eyes are a window to the soul,
so they say.
Your speck of soul, stead fast and secure,
a part of my identity.
Entwined, perhaps forever,
and I am ever so thankful.
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