They drew me in with their hypnotizing spell.
Like a temperamental sea woes the shore.
His eyes.
They wear my defenses to mere dust.
Like river rocks washed by a beating stream.
His eyes.
They whisper a thousand hopes and fears.
Like an entrancing thunderstorm amid the blue.
His eyes.
They embrace me with quiet tenderness.
Like a soft breeze beneath grey skies.
His eyes.
They are entirely unforgettable.
Like him.
His eyes.
Nell McKinnon
June. 16. 2015.
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