Staring into your face br at 1st glance br i am sruck with awe, and am taken a back br at your eyes beauty n grace br the prisms of colors, beheld in your eyes... br are the windows into your soul br a 2-way mirror for which they can never lie br streaks of brown, yellow, green n gold br a spectacular for the 1 who; s staring to behold br br a connection of my eyes...too br your, i cannot let go br as i mentioned b4, i am sruck with awe....and br am taken back of the beauty of this man br the streaks of colors, begin to play br along with the change...of your mood...you eyes speak louder then what your mouth has to say.... br br still streaked with a slight brown, a dim yellow br such a handsome fellow br eyes, with lines br that so outwardly shine br streaks of green, prisms of gold br im in a trance, locked in theyre hold br into the windows of your soul.... br not wanting to look away, not wanting to let go br til the ending of time, to 4ever be staring into your eyes br and let that trance in which beholds...............