These eyes, these big, round eyes
are huge basins you can fill up to overflowing.
Pour onto them like a downpour,
your glances and smiles.
These eyes will open wide like windows,
to let in your charm like an evening breeze.
Their pupils will dilate unabashedly,
like stars twinkling between shifting clouds.
These large, round eyes will close
only when like a multimedia file,
your impressions are stored
in my network of synapses.
These eyes are my compass,
always pointing themselves to you.
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