As I gaze into the caribbean green;
peeking through your saffron waves;
I can’t help but wonder what lies beyond….?
The eyes are supposed to be
the window to the soul.
Yet yours fail to connote
the secrets within.
Instead there is a vastness
both varied and deep.
That implies one might drown
before ever learning the truth.
In the distance I spy a
quaint wooden bridge;
where I one day hope to sit;
my bare feet dangling in your abyss;
that I might finally come to know
the essence of you.
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