Eyes are doors the heart leaves wide,
Where quiet tides of feeling hide.
They carry warmth no words can frame,
A silent spark, a steady flame.
In their depths, soft galaxies spin,
Worlds of longing tucked within.
A single glance can bloom like spring,
Without a touch, without a ring.
They glow like dusk before the night,
Holding shadows wrapped in light.
Not just windows, not disguise—
But endless roads where love never dies.
Within their dark, devotion starts,
Threads of fire between two hearts.
Eyes do not fade, nor break apart—
They are forever's beating heart.♥️
By: WIN VENTURA
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