The ordinary stood still,

as the browns hath met blues.

Nak'd eyes, sans boundaries,

silence did surround their minds.

Time await'd and nature did listen,

the silent talks of the beating hearts.

Allay'd were the inhales of the zephyr,

the heartbeats did rush and slow'd.

All that did exist did celebrate eternally.

The fate rejoic'd as it

had anticipat'd this moment,

whither the lovers, whose love was long forgotten,

shall list to the love of these.

His eyes were blue,

lin'd with the thickness of white,

as if it be truly surrounded by the shards of glass.

Hers were an enigmatic brown,

fleck'd with gold and black,

and with a swirl they did hypnotize him.

The cuspidat'd arrows of the blue,

were smear'd with the venom,

did shoot that lady straight to the chest,

did fill that mortal heart with his poison.

An aberrant bethought invad'd the lady's mind.

F'r one flashing moment,

the lady bethought, "Weren't the ice of the blue,

meant to push hence the soul of mine?"

The lady's eyes were warm and enticing,

stabbing his heart like a most wondrous bodkin,

drawing the darkness from his soul,

and infecting him with her.

In the lady's eyes, he hath found his own staring back,

and he becameth a part of her.

The brown of her eyes,

lur'd him into the dark ocean.

He did swim into the deeper of the depths,

hath found a misery unfolded,

and within the sinews of the fragile heart

was the story of a love untold.

"Draweth me in, swallow me up.

pull me in, hold me down

and do not alloweth me to leave thee.

Alloweth me rest in the embrace of thy arms,

whither thy halo shall enwheel mine own.

Leave not me,

f'r hither is whither mine own heart

desires to stayeth."

His affection f'r his lady,

blind'd the lady to the dark abyss,

and hers f'r him

hath shown him the light.

- Sylvana G. Mayar