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Your eyes,
like quick pools drew me for capture.
Pending extraction; to my Genesis you delved,
uprooting the secrets of my soul.

Not without pain, nor tears.
A cleansing of Deaths' footsteps;
Who tried desperately to trample into darkness
any chance of, your sunrise in me.

With only your portrait in thought,
Your eyes held me...
like quick pools of Divine Love,
as you watched me spread wings and fly
from the outer brinks of oblivion.

To your vision, I hold...
Listening, to the rushing rivers I am yet to cross.
Only by faith in our love, can I cross;
to know the eternal baptism waiting for me within,
the quickpool of Your eyes.