"It's always been her eyes -
those tiny means of vision.
her beautiful eyes -
the center of all my attraction.
Stopped seems time,
when like a virgin lake they shine.
I become a pilgrim,
wanting to bathe in that water divine!
A mere glimpse of that lake surreal
and worries of the world seem trivial
And, for that instant the idea of God,
seems less of a fraud.
It's always been her eyes!"
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