To be honest , you had the most dreamy eyes, I had
ever seen. They managed to supress a thousand
thoughts into one word.
That was pure beauty, the plain blackness , and the
little light, in the distance of heaven in your eyes,
which seem to have made a million musicians forget
how to groove, or how a thousand artists forget how
to make art, or how one , me , forget how to breathe.
That was beautiful.
Being unable to breath when I looked into the depth
of your eyes and find light.
It was pure.
It was everlasting.
It slowly killed me.
It was a rose for the Everafter.