Your Eyes

Love triumphs, 

The jargon of your eyes 

Becomes my vernacular.

Garnering the 

Beautiful secrets 

Of your beautiful eyes, 

I come near

Osculating the tender 

Lips of yours. 

Like a touch me not, 

You shrivel 

And close your eyes 

To submit yourself 

To my utopia 

Where I give you 

Perennial happiness,

Smothering all the fear 

From your rosy contour.