An eye of gold
in the face of the beholder...
an eye that shines like
a crimson light in the dark...
is what he made me.
A spackling eye
that see with His insight...
a dazling fire that rejuvinates
from the inner core where he resides...
i see with his sight.
He save the dead
and give a life that is ment to posses
for i know that am precious in his sight
for the light of his contenace always shine upon me....
Am the apple of His eyes.
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