Eyes are a chamber, a chamber that holds the deepest of mysterious and alluring secrets, ones that shall need not be told, and ones that express themselves ever so simply. Emotions, feelings, anger, resentment, passion and lust, the eyes are a screen to what we really think, to what our hearts truly feel with each beat. Your eyes, so enthralling, so enchanting, how they turn from dark lumber to the brightest shade of honeysuckle, how I can never grow bored of gazing at those magnificent beautiues, so full of resplendence, so full of rue and regret. I hope my eyes are just as telling, I hope they tell the stories we shared together, I hope you can watch my eyes turn into honey too, I hope you can melt into the universe I created for you, one full of stars and galaxies, made only for you. I hope you can look into them and see how much affection and devotion I owe you. I don't even fathom how I can explain the volcano of emotions erupting through me in ways other than my eyes. They're the gateways to the sweetest heaven, staring at you and dissecting your every detail."
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Rosētum
PoetryHere lie the roses, the roses that are the foundation of my rose garden, pluck them gingerly, here lie the roses that grew full of toxins and purity. Here lies my heart, My Rosetūm. All pictures in the story are mine!
