Her eyes
Bespeak the emeralds of Phonecia
And Grecian gold well weathered.
A trace of Spain's Moorish amber
Finds itself within the flecks.
Her eyes
Reflect her ancestors' home -
Catania and Ragusa, home of Archimedes.
His genius shines through
Those shifting tones.
Her eyes
Are boundless.
Hours I've spent in her eyes,
And hours more if there be grace
As proved by her eyes.
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