I love your eyes of cerulean blue,
Impossible for me to look away.
Their hold over me I cannot construe,
Radiance impossible to convey.

They render my knees remarkably weak,
Such dominion is utterly profound.
Staring in them I am helpless to speak,
Undeniable pools, I would be drowned.

Fantasy replaces my waning sense,
Consigning my sanity ever more.
Indeed, you have conquered my last defense,
Absent a word, I am yours to implore.

Alas, only recollection remains,
A heart subdued by invisible chains.

“When a woman is talking to you, listen to what she says with her eyes.” ~ Victor Hugo