when hearts change, looks also change,
eyes reflect a dead man's pupils ;
the gazelle glance seem to abscond
in the dark vacuum of estrangement.
Fooled by the blind love for her I must be
as I failed to grasp the reflection of her eyes
the last time I met her.
Those sweet eyes had changed,
that lovely look had gone
all visionary joy had vanished;
she and I saw each other
as if I looked in a mirror
and she posing the back of it
over shadowed by a treacherous umbra,
surrounding two black holes.
like the ones astronauts find in the cosmos;
Oh, how devastating her looks were,
murderous enough to kill a horse!
I had but to ask her gently
to take off her looks from me;
to spare me from the indifferent glance
that had never been the hallmark of those eyes,
I might have failed in love
But my love still persists for those eyes-
the like of which no stars had been
until the last moment
some dark cloud overwhelmed them
with the hateful darkness
of estrangement for me!
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