Curious

Your eyes that shine

As dark as the blinding sun

Blinding me

Engulfing my body in

His eyes

Suffocating me in swirls of

Blue, green, red, the color of spring

Though

I fall, I fall, to the depths

Of his eyes

With no end

Oh, the pleasure and pain of the meaning

No End, No End

Curious, mysterious

You walk like a dance

Your shadow emits grace

You are your shadow, Yet bright

As, yes, the blinding sun

What is love if not your eyes?

That is the question:

What is love?