I've written countless poems
about you. I can write a
thousand words describing your
eyes alone, then another
two thousand describing just
how you've made me feel for too
long. It seems that I am so
very imbued with raw in-
spiration—with epipha-
nic thoughts that scintillate like
stars—at the mere sight of you.
Your face and the colour of
your eyes stir up within me
the sediment that has long
since been stilled. There is a cra-
ving I seldom get to be
able to see your eyes up
close enough for me to dis-
tinguish the different shades
of silver and gold.