Is it your eyes,

or a poets inspiration,

God, they are so mesmerizing,

says a poet, with a hint of desparation.

The eyes twinkle,

my heart skips a beat,

watching you smile dear,

is such a treat.

Your eyes says a lot,

sans the need for you to talk,

wish I could kiss them,

but all I can do is to miss them.

Its time to sleep,

yes it really is,

time to stop,

make the pens drop.

Pens will drop, but the thought wont,

what else can I say,

what else can I,

Is it your eyes,

or a poets inspiration

God, they are so mesmerizing,

says a poet, with a hint of desparation.