My favourite eyes

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There is no where I can escape
when those captivating eyes hold me in place
Those orbs,
They're like a cup full of warm melted chocolates
on a chilly december night
The strands that colour them,
The puerile jokes I see in them,
The lashes that perfectly frame them
or
the warm affection that radiates off of them
I'm in love with everything they hold
How can't I be?
for they add meaning to my life
for their presence alone is a solace to my soul
and yes, those are my favourite eyes.

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