Bitter Almonds

Caramelized Honey

In your words, my eyes found a cherished theme,
Big, round, brown orbs, a vision it would seem.
Your gaze staring into the windows of my soul for eternity it felt.

Reflections of self held the real allure,
And I realized I hold no real value.
As my eyes dulled from neglect's bitter ties, you moved on, no surpise,
Chasing the shimmer of the next pair of glossy eyes.