your eyes have always been so intense
so dark...like coal...
they rarely convey your emotion
just a dark serious stare
always so difficult to define
my dark volitile beauty
there's a fire in there
i can see the sparks
just waiting to be fanned
you've been screaming all these years for help
i have only been hearing the noise
i am listening now
i hear you begging for help-pleading
mommy...mommy...mommy
soon, baby...soon
your eyes will be smiling...
oh, how i long to see that day...
when those dark eyes are free to burn with happiness...
intense happiness...
serious joy...
a bright beauty who will change the world!
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