In time, when I create a method to write the beauty of your eyes, the day you read my verse; you will say this poet lies.

Because beauty is not described, the way that I have set aside.

I am sorry that this poet is too caught inside her lines, and a man that fits perfection is explicit in her mind.

Forgive the writer whose emotions complicate her life, because all that devotion has only led to cries.

In time, when your mind enhances and you begin to comprehend, you will know why second chances I never recommend.

If summer is eternal inside your desperate eyes, then bless! you are the one I’ve been waiting to come by.

But such fortune is not made for this poet’s heart, perfectly my past has laid why my hopes are torn apart.

Perhaps it’s true, I am over reacting, ‘am I misfortune’s fool?’ is all that I am asking.

I guess the ultraviolet rays coming from your eyes just did it all, I think my soul is craving you and I must say; I’m not afraid to fall.

But soon you’ll get to know as I help you see, how subconsciously you’ve showed that you were made for me.

Do not imitate my lines to describe your love’s response, I’ve already seen your signs that my feelings correspond.

Seeing you inside my eyes is not what makes me feel secure, it’s the fact that I see mine so deeply inside yours.

I think I solved the mystery to the beauty of your eyes, you might project the summer but I’m the engine, to that light.