I've written countless poems

about you. I can write a

thousand words describing your

eyes alone, then another

two thousand describing just

how you've made me feel for too

long. It seems that I am so

very imbued with raw in-

spiration—with epipha-

nic thoughts that scintillate like

stars—at the mere sight of you.

Your face and the colour of

your eyes stir up within me

the sediment that has long

since been stilled. There is a cra-

ving I seldom get to be

able to see your eyes up

close enough for me to dis-

tinguish the different shades

of silver and gold.