I used to tell you that your eyes were beautiful
It was never about the color or hue
Or the way it is offset by the sun
But it’s texture
They say more about you than your mouth or pen to pad would ever reveal
They communicate secrets every-time you blink, stare and look down
I know you never understood
Never imagined what I could have meant
And yet still even in your photographs
Your eyes are a wonder
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