You never uncovered them for me,
but your eyes were serendipity.
The sun may sometimes be caught
in a rain puddle.
And the puddle never survives.
But with our eyes,
it's different.
Yours make me too happy.
And I survive it.
Mine,
should you see them,
burn like you.
I go to your eyes and bath my soul
in their blackness.
You never look at me.
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