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Poem: Deep Blue Eyes

A single ray penetrating the mine shaft 

Landed on two blue sapphires unsurpassed 

the stones glowed and glimmered lifting his soul

casting far flung beauty in the deep dark hole

Reminding the sooty miner of a higher prize

On the homestead in his wife's sparkling blue eyes


The first explorer sailing into the Caribbean

Was amazed at the clear blue waters in new meridian

A sailor for many years, he had seen seven seas

Yet never chanced upon water that put him at ease

Struck gazing at ripples the sailor recalled his home

A port where his love's deep blue eyes similarly shone


Quietly waiting in the gentle summer breeze 

The Old Man used binoculars to watch the trees

He was keen to observe something particular 

Plumage of the Indigo Bunting, Blue Bird, or Warbler

Seeing Two taking flight brought him memory of his missus

 When he used to sit and watch her fluttering blue iris' 


Two beautiful blue eyes are oft to capture 

Reminding men of gems, oceans, and nature

Greater treasures have not been captured by even kings

As to gaze upon a lovers indescribable blue rings

In her azure eyes I can see a kindred soul 

Gazing into the window, it makes me feel whole


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