Her eyes were like the ones they described across worn out parchment
from tales long forgotten
collecting dust upon the shelf
As we sat on that ancient hardwood floor
The warmth of intoxication encasing our bodies like the embrace of a familiar
her eyes became the most beautiful thing in the world
Dark velvety pools of chestnut
brimming with endless tales of love and loss
But she was so much more than beautiful
she was the universe
The cosmos tangled in her unruly tresses
as stars dripped down her chin
how can she not see?
she is far more than beautiful
she is everything
