Eyes deepest pools
Be it green, brown, or blue
Especially blue
I’m drawn, pulled within
Against my will, I do not mind
My heart beats still, time as well
I pull back, empty void appears
My soul cries out
When she disappears
I turn around
I am at a loss
So I decide to wait
When next she appears
I long to gaze
And face my fears.

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