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Your Eyes, a Tender Whisper of Longing Glows
A Love Poem
In your eyes, a tender whisper of longing glows,
Veiled in delicate shyness, a curtain flows.
Love’s solace rests, when passion resides,
Yet a wild tempest stirs, as the wind abides.
Your eyes, enchanting horizons I cherish,
Harbors and seas within them flourish.
To your eyes’ harbors, I journey afar,
Can a sailor ever reach where they are?
On slopes of marble, shores come to rest,
Your bosom, a sanctuary we’ve been blessed.
Take my soul’s vessels to your twin peaks,
Yearning, I am, as the current speaks.
My boats pine for the fountain of desire,
Coming to you, driven by a force entire.
In your eyes, a tender whisper of longing glows,
Veiled in delicate shyness, a curtain flows.
Love’s solace rests, when passion resides,
Yet a wild tempest stirs, as the wind abides.
Your eyes, enchanting horizons I cherish,
Harbors and seas within them flourish.
