I play the notes in your eyes, each glance a melody, and in the serenity of your silence, I find the theme of my song. In those eyes, I see a love that is immortal, a love written in the timeless scriptures that speak of devotion. Every glance is a verse, every moment with you a stanza, and I am captivated by the way you enchant me.
Your fingers play the keys of my soul, each touch a note in a symphony of emotion, and with your spell, I am lost in the music of your gaze. The rhyme your heart sings to mine is an ode to simplicity, a love so pure it echoes in the darkness of the night.
My poetry comes to life in motion as I sit by your side, lost in the stars that seem to shine brighter in your eyes. Your innocence and purity are like a majestic reprise, an eternal refrain that fills the world with light.
When you sing your “la la la la,” I am swept away, and your hazel pearls dance before me, mesmerizing and beautiful. Forgive me, Lord, but in these eyes, I find my devotion. I worship them—worshiping with every beat of my heart and the depth of my soul, infinitely.