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.