Your eyes are

the atlantic sky,
the muse of Navigators,
the foundation of cities.

The Hair on Your head is
silk-scape sandit’s where the Land
meets the Sea.

Your Wit is keen and
it
burns
brighter than light aflame across the earth’s Canvas Noir.

Your omniscient profile
evades even mona lisa.

When da vinci defined art
he had You in mind.

The irony of your Smile is

insufferable as its
power is formidable
and
its influence ubiquitous,

yet an appearance is scarcescaredscarcely,
like the blue moon
And oh! those
Dimples of Yours!

they are a chemical reaction. (they
melt
me).

I’m desperate
to catch
your

infinite gaze.
my life depends on it.
i’ll be dead, surely, by fourth period.
but don’t look so melancholy, darling.
the only thing that blue should

be

your

eyes.