My love, hold for but a juncture
Your time I so humbly request
For I have a wish yet unfulfilled
Twould be but a small encounter
One of little effort on your part
Only a turn of your head required
For I so hold such a wondrous thought
I’d most enjoy feeling it wholly as could be
To longingly gaze into the depth of your eyes
To drink from the kaleidoscope of colors revealed
My thoughts reach back to the roiling seas
Wide frothy caps and sharp sweeping curls
This moment of though forever captured
Another happening when I’m alone
With nothing particular but my own mind
The movement of those colors did draw me in
Gave residency with my impressions
I slept in my dreamy awakendness
As the precision of each shade and hue emerged
As the moments passed by, or perhaps hours or days
I hadn’t any countenance or fixed vision to hold
For I’d slipped in my thoughts to thinking of you
So beautiful and such a wonderful sight to behold
Long sweeping hair that rode light on the breeze
And pure alabaster flesh hidden beneath
A smile of eternity lay waiting to shine forth
But the eyes, the oceans of your eyes
That is what I so ask you to show
Pull back your hair and look over here
I only wish to gaze for an eternity or two
To take in the colors, the shades, and the hues
Cobalt, cerulean, azure, and Majorelle
All melt before me yet somehow retain what they are
And yet, they’re not just shades of blue
As avocado, and mint, and chartreuse slip in and through
The swirling colors, like the waves from my dreams
Electric gunmetal blue gives way to a grey steel
Then to greens of the forest, the trees, and the sea
Colors that neither canvas nor palette could hold
Deeper shades hide amethyst, hyacinth, and jade
Muted with smoke lightened Indigo and Teals
Yet I digress, for I have shown to be astray,
Lost in my own personal moment of swimming I’d say
I’ve stumbled and rambled as you certainly can see
Pronouncing each shade so carefully and true
But as part of the whole, they pale on their own
Your eyes, but a doorway to the entire you
In stepping back there’s so much more to see
As beauty goes my love, no one does compare
Each piece of you as part of the whole
Your eyes, and your skin, and your lips and your nose
The rise of your bosom, and the curve of your hip
The light step when you trod, your soft fingertips
I’m just a man who knows what he sees
In each moment, each part, and each second you breathe.
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