your eyes

they have the amusement
they have a tinch of teases,
They have fear,
They have doubts,
there are tears.
they are travellers lost in search of the truth,
and I am still left to wonder.
What your eyes mean?
feared the failure or dangled with agony,
they moved like tidal waves searching for ravaging,
and then they found me.
the veil of dubiety dropped,
and for the first time, I looked at your eyes,
the ocean of chastity
the tinch of sparkles of hope and ecstasy.
the orbs of an infant finding rarity

I loathe the urge for a fathom of eyes
but this is never to suffice
I am already plunging deep inside
in the chasmic of your eyes