Monet Eyes
They are Monet eyes
an artist’s eyes
a work of art
on their own
they are springtime
all alone
they show life
calm
Inside grow flowers
a whole universe
for us to explore
Those Monet eyes
they are an art
unique to you
finery
in it’s superiority
beauty
at it’s best
so unlike my eyes of storms
your eyes calm me
the speak to me
the breathe new life
and opportunity
Your Monet eyes
Have flowers blooming inside
Petald falling inside
and vines growing out
tendrils reaching
they pull me in
until there is no place
where the art ends
and I begin
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