The Deepest Sea
It began half a century ago,
When I had been charmed by the waters black magic,
It was she, who began the taming,
It was she, who began the drought within,
With eyes as the deepest sea.
Eyes of warm ginger fill the pools of blue,
Fair locks of darkest ebony have a dark sun,
Complexion of the brightest moonlight glimmer on he rosy skin,
But of all the beauty that had taken over me, are those eyes,
Fair eyes of the deepest sea.
Tragedy had befallen her,
Creating an unknown affection for me,
I had a meaning of following the dead tracks once before,
But now it is unclear…
I had come across those eyes of the deepest sea…
Hate flickers through her pupils,
Her complexion is of an immense winter,
She is not as gentle as the petals of her name,
They turned to stone as her eyes,
Stone cold eyes of the deepest sea.
I once desired her, but she does not, nor ever shall she,
When I had an aimless arrow, it has now found its target,
From past experiences, I will win this endless battle,
But hazel is nowhere near red-violet,
Perhaps I still long for the eyes of the deepest sea…