Eyes
by Cassie Harris
In your eyes I get lost
A cosmic mix
Blues and greens
Swirl together
Marbled perfectly
The hues blend
With no form of symmetry
No pattern
Yet the beauty
That I get lost in
Is exactly imperfect
Perfectly realistic
The genetic codes
Were contructed
By a painter
Artistically crafted
No faults
A pinwheel of shades
That infinitely spins
And I am lost
A cosmic mix
Blues and greens
Swirl together
Marbled perfectly
The hues blend
With no form of symmetry
No pattern
Yet the beauty
That I get lost in
Is exactly imperfect
Perfectly realistic
The genetic codes
Were contructed
By a painter
Artistically crafted
No faults
A pinwheel of shades
That infinitely spins
And I am lost