Can't you see these drops in my eyes
Stashed here from birth perhaps
From the house of rain
Or some secret Spring of pain
Forming two dream-pools for your swim
Two rivers of love for your stay
Two seas of wild ecstasy for your play
Here I' m a casualty
For not knowing the depths
Of the water here I have jumped in
And I'm flowing
Not at all knowing
That I have fallen into a watery grave
With none to save
Love to die a quiet death here
That's all so very brave!
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drops in my eyes....From the house of rain Or some secret Spring of pain Forming two dream-pools for your swim.... //.... Exquisite imagery presenting the depth of feelings so much so that the pools might turn into a watery grave for the protagonist. Thanks, Dear Poet.