Note: I'm in this rare romantic mood today and so, despite all the rational forces of nature, I have decided to pen down a poem. The name of which, was inspired from Thomas Hardy's novel of the same name. Hope you enjoy this!
A fine pair of eyes had he;
Cloudy hues of sapphire,
A little miracle of his own.
I spied those ocean eyes,
From the early misty dawn
Till the late setting Twilight.
They were a story unraveling.
Bright blue, dissolving the
Golden rays of sunshine.
The colours were swirling.
Daunting shapes in an orb
Retelling the mysterious past,
Reciting the glorious present.
Withholding the unpredictable.
So beautiful were those eyes,
So gladdening; all perspectives
During the nostalgic afternoons.
Downcast, while his hands played
With queer instruments of music
Those melodic fuming tunes rose
Silently into his serene gaze.
And when the Evenstar shone,
In a magnificent, rich purple sky
Never blinking, always thinking,
Reflected in those glittering eyes,
Crystal-like they looked up to heaven
Resemblance of an Elven spirit
Or a fierce magic from Lost Lands.
A fine pair of eyes had he;
Sentiments floating in the azure
Ungentle teasing when I looked.
Not half as ungentle as his burning
Cold gaze; yet soft and unwavering.
The lips curved into a smile.
I stared at that radiating Ocean...
...And those eyes, they lit up my Life.
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