My Angel’s Eyes

My angel has eyes as to serve as parallel on to the sea of change
they being blue at moments of calm in her nature
to portray clarity of tenderness on to me
so in need of she who be of angelic tranquility and serenity
on to soul of turbulence such as be possessed by I

My angel’s eyes at moments of passion transform on to an emerald
to be the equal of deepest forest of jungle ever dense in danger and desire
inspired by heat of passion whilst savagery be about in all to take forms
of sexuality and lust in place abundant in the magnificence of her creation

My angel’s eyes be of splendor true for they
expose on to me an inner being so delicate
as to impact on me with all the bliss and hope
so rare about as I gaze in to soul of she
recipient of all affections mine while craving
does stir for she behind eyes to be treasured

My angel’s eyes be that which my senses carry
as they cover my being where ever I may roam
it being my angel in her care who abandon me not
for under the cover of adoration she beeth guardian
on to I, her admirer ever of faith

My angel’s eyes beyond all I do worship
for it be they which above words indicate
all so precious to me in she so celestial
in all features of she whom affections mine dub
“my angel of life”

By: Gianni Truviani

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My name is Gianni Truvianni, I am an author who writes with the simple aim of sharing his ideas, thoughts and so much more of what I am with those who are interested in perhaps reading something new. I also am the author of the book entitled “New York’s Opera Society”.