The oak-hue

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So dark and deep,
that I'd fall right into them
The oak-hue dark brown eyes.
The sun lit up his eyes
As he looked at mine
Across the country side road
Wait, or I wondered the other way
Maybe, his eyes lit up the sun...
But how, like literally how?
His eyes, they seemed like they were somehow lit from the within
He led the celestial bright battles
In them or,
Was he just a shining armor across the skyline
In the dark night, inbetween the city lights the moon never felt far.
His smile, oh so perfect and he didn't even have to try
That constellational perfect smile I wanted to drown in it.
With him, feels like I'm lost in space
If so, no matter how many light years it takes
I never want to be found.

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