No rays of sun mirror on the lake of your eyes
Yet your gaze makes my soul translucent.
Your lips are not smeared of honey,
But your words, newborns of your heart,
Draw shades of rainbow inside of me.
You are not a framework of symmetry
Still, your open arms are my Eden.
You're not just a star in a constellation
You are a Sirius.
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