Eyes Poem by Lauren Beasley

His eyes were still that gorgeous caramel hue
Just as I had remembered
No; better
I had forgotten how rapturing
They could be
Those eyes I used to get lost in
I could spend centuries
Gazing into those eyes
The way they sparkled
When he discussed his passions
The way they danced
When he revealed his heart
Those pools of molten gold
Like an overflow of his soul
They were more beautiful that day
Than they had been
In my memories
When his eyes would catch mine
And for a brief moment
I dwelt in his visual embrace
Reveling in the enchantment
And reliving the infatuation
I once fell victim to
In those eyes
Those marbles of dark honey,
Glassy, crystallized syrup
That shimmered in the sun
Smoldering embers
Burning still, with the passion
Of a since-squelched flame
That never completely died
His eyes whose gaze
I could not escape
Nor did I wish to leave
Those impeccable works of art
That sat beautifully framed
By the radiance of his face
I now cherish those moments
I was so undeservedly gifted
To behold, one last time,
Those mysterious and enticing droplets of amber
That would forever encapsulate
My admiration