When I'm near you,
the world spins in
slow motion. Your eyes
are so dark that they
remidn me of the sky
at midnight.
Your eyes are bright,
little pools of starlight.
I gaze at them for hours,
wdonering what lies inside.
You have starry eyes, and
I love them dearly.
Written by Jay Dawson 07/07/10
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