They don't shine, or glow
No one falls into them
They call them chestnut and
that's very nice of you, thanks

Some have jewels as dreamerous as the ocean
Where sailors perish
In quests for the gift of the radiance
And just a moment alone
with Goddesses whose eyes pierce through souls

They are the lucky few

No, these are more like gloopy balls of dirt
Resting in hollowed, tired heads
Like everyone and so plain

She thinks these things and can't see
That her eyes, her mud brown eyes
Have me vexed
I want to kiss her and show her my
eyes, like hers
But I am just her lover, after all
And not some stranger on the street

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