Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Beauty left him in a trance

The way mermaids do with sailors

I’ve drown him in my speech too often

Wherever did he learn to breathe underwater?

No one knows…

He’s got his gape on the outermost ring of my iris

“Why do you look at me like that?” I inquire.

“You are so precious,” he whispers.

And my pearly whites make their debut in full fashion

This heart of mine can’t help but overflow with gratitude for such a wonderful being.