It wasn't until I was watching you sleep
that I remembered the first sight of your eyes
captivating and intriguing...
you deemed them dull as I recall
It was an addiction, instantly, I think
I could not stop, I had to look again
just to make sure I could not look away
watching as you turned your head
having the light hit them a different way
each time, a new prism in blue
yes, it is my new addiction love..
the only time this junkie will rest
is when you sleep.
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