Whirlpools are your eyes;
They tyrannize my soul.
Dominance in them lies;
Ruthlessly they call
Subtly my soul that swiftly submits
Like a slave whom his master he admits.
They summon with their mystic allure;
In them lie all secrets of azure.
They drag me to them with assurance;
Deterring my grounds, crushing my endurance.
The words they emit, more powerful than words,
Are silent in nature, but in me so much heard…
They twinkle amusedly for they sense my rout
Testing my figure with looks so stout.
Penetrable I become and you recognize
All that I feel through your eyes.
I abhor them yet they mesmerize
Me with the radiance of which they comprise…
Whirlpools are your eyes;
They tyrannize my soul.
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