Oculi Perfectus

Your eyes, they communicate much without you having to ever mutter a single word. I find the english language wanting for there isnt enough meaningful adjectives within it to describe the splendor of your oculi.

But adoration always begins with a deep breath and a single compliment...

Your eyes mesmerize me like a purple hued sky stretched beneath a fiery sunset as the world fades to black. They charm me with its perfect shape, fierce and temperamental but more often then not, easy to look at; easy to lose myself in and they intrigue me as if they hold a secret worth uncovering. A man can spend a life time searching for eyes as immaculate as yours and die never finding them. Even though I don't want to die young, I can perish tomorrow a happy man.

Your eyes are vivid with the spectrum colors of emotion and as serene as they may be on the surface, I can see raw emotion through both apertures, pooling with anger, fear, confusion, counterbalanced with passion, curiosity and bereft with an overtone of love, a volatile cocktail worth drinking. Your eyes are two perfect storms encapsulated within two equally flawlessly cut diamonds. Turbulent, terrifying, foreboding yet beautiful to behold.

You often ask me 'what am I looking at' when I stare at you. The easy answer is; every look I steal from you, I find something new, something unique with every angle and perspective. Looking into your eyes always feels like Christmas morning. Every amorous look you give me feels like a gift worth savoring inside the recesses of my long term memory.

But your eyes tell a story..

A story that tells me you've lived several life times before this point in life. Your eyes, sometimes rife with turmoil, tell me that you have more life experience then you should have for someone so young and so beautiful. You wear a mask for the world complete with a sardonic smile, a facade made of sun burned clay that cracks with persistent irritation, which can only be seen with an inquisitive eye such as mine but when you smile for me, you give yourself away when you smile with your eyes, a small victory I claim as I try to distract you from the burden of carrying a heavy heart.

Often times, your eyes are somber with pain. Sometimes you let me inside your mind, a place you abhor but though you may disagree, I find there is much beauty to be found within a catastrophic mind such as yours, it only tells me that you feel emotion stronger than most people A curse you'd offer but a gift i'd counter.

You say you are done with love, but your eyes say you are capable of loving someone with the same intensity and ferocity you demand from a lover of your own. A heart as feral, complex and sophisticated as yours cant be tamed by a normal life.

But in the end..

At its most beautiful is when you adorn your eyes with desire to bring out the fire inside your soul. My heart can skip beat and wouldnt notice while im looking into them. To say im breathless isnt enough, to say im captivated goes without saying, to claim im awestruck falls short of how I feel. I can go on forever but if I were to choose one word to describe your eyes..?

Perfect.