Offbeat Poem by Peitho Enthermos

If you say, 'My hair is curly, ' how will that help me find you?
If you say, 'My eye color is dark', whose eyes must I look into?

But darling, even if you can't tell
how the looks are your looks very well,
I'll tell you what I see;
how dear you are to me.

I've known you wearing that umber-glowing Spanish moss on your head,
yet it shifts colors to the range of red.
It touches yellow under the sun, giving it a glossy feature unlike just any one.

When I look straight into your eyes, what do I see?
It must have been an eclipse of burnt sienna under ebony!
It seems bleak on the outside, but a spectacle to behold,
that whatever lies deep are relics of gold!

Darling. When you can't tell how the looks are your looks that well,
I'll tell you what I see.
I know nobody like you or me.