They pull me in,
those liquid pools of amber.
They grab hold,
and drown me to my sweet death.
They reflect the sunsets,
and I could watch them all day,
the swirled blend of pigment,
mixing with your gold.
They are bottomless,
neverending, soft, and deep,
Reflecting your ever-changing emotions,
The window to your soul.
They're chips of ice,
When you get furious,
But despite your anger,
The glow inside never disappears.
Your eyes,
Your amber, gorgeous eyes,
Are looking at your lover,
And not at me.
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