My love to you is clear as a cornea
With no pterygium, nor pingueculae
It may face many traumas and develop much erosion
But mark me that my love will never go with cicatrix
Your light always comes through me,
Tell iris to shine
Without you light
Iris would be as beauty as dead himself
Your face dilate my pupil
Tell me how bright you are
Open it as wide as necessary to let u into me
I will arrange every need of me upon your call
The clear lens with no waterfall in it
Unveil mist of your mystery
And shall refract the miracle of your existence
This lens will put your perfect image at the only place in my eyes that is exist for you
When your image landed in my retina
My eyes is blinded
My heart is stopped
My brain is exited
Because all my organ knows that God let the miracle enter through the eyes of mine
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