two sets of brilliant blue eyes
stare at me through the dark

i know not what to say to you,
but your mind is a gem
crowned with curls
that match my waves

and at the same time,
those giant lapis irises grab
mine, in a pale sea-foamy green
and they don't let go;

my heart begins to flutter
and in utter confusion
lacking direction
it darts about in circles inside my throat

there are two sets of hands molding my favor
to make it all the more difficult,
and at the same time,
all the more wonderful.