Eyes

Eyes that are so beautiful to be barely ignored. Eyes that speak nothing to cast a spell on the hearts on ronin like me. Eyes that stole my heart with out a faintest of caution. Eyes adorned in Eyebrows on one side and kajal on the other as if to guard my image cast on them and hold me as a hostage. Eyes that make my world timeless. Oh Angel, release me of this bondage for love is part of life and not heart of it.

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