I fell in love with her eyes
Glinting impressive shards of amber,
And creating in mine
An after-image attached to her laughter.
I could take a photograph
And the time would always be right,
Like the time they were encircled by dappled skin,
Catching spontaneous rays of light.
With that, I could feel the warm, warm glow,
Heat rising in my chest,
'Til I could feel that the energy rose.
My blood vessels must burst to rest.
In that moment, our eyes were wide,
But I know my vision was narrowed
Into a heart-shaped scope; my eyes
Would watch my own feet on the ground as they followed
The girl who I swear could never be compared to
Even if each person had a million pupils.
In night-dark pictures, she's like a UFO in the air;
She abducts me and I have no scruples.
People say that it can't be right,
That they "see nothing there
Except perhaps a satellite -
No aliens, as I'm aware."
No, she's not an alien,
Just a rare, beautiful bird
That offers the chirping song I dreamt
But never thought I would have heard.
In spite of all oppostition
And a pending inquisition,
My own kaleidoscopic illusion
Of her and I in friendly fusion
Persists and rouses flutterbies,
And in my mind, fireflies,
Because I seek to reflect that light
Which made me fall in love with her eyes.