The saddest story of the most beautiful eyes*

I know of the most beautiful eyes in the entire world.
And though many may disagree, call me a fool and say that
it is impossible for beauty is ultimately in the eye of the beholder
if you saw these eyes, you would surely change your mind.

This i know, this i will always know.
This of which i was will always be certain.

Yet these eyes possess a story for me is the saddest
of them all. And to even have the idea in my head makes my
body and ache and knees buckle.
The story in fact is that i have not seen these eyes of which i brag of
and will probably never see them for as long as the sun is burning and the
world revolves around it.

These eyes are the deepest and most earthly brown you have ever seen.
The colour of soil and soul. So rich i swear i could bury my heart inside their
irises and grow a tree the likes of which no man nor beast has ever known.
This is the colour of the eyes i will never see.

They are blue. The clearest most crystal blue i will never see. The seas grow more
envious every time the open and the sky itself hides in shame because of there beauty.
Honest blue, truthful blue. It pierces my heart and startles my eyes. These eyes which i will never
gaze upon.

They are green. So green in fact that emeralds seem no more than dull lost rocks after seeing
them. The shade of hill tops and glimmer of beach glass. This is the green of which i speak. The
natural green, the green of peace and freedom. So bold and yet so calming it can stir
every emotion even those which you thought to have been lost. These eyes can find them for you
and god damn it i wish just once i could see them. Just god damn once have them stare back at me
in all there brown and blue and green lost glory.

And perhaps saddest of all the stories they have to offer is the one that these eyes
which i will never see have been seen my 100's of people who do not appreciate them as i would.
Who stare past them instead of at them. Who make them feel heavy and cold.

Every night until i die i will cry aloud or deep within my body for these eyes are my whole life,
my existence itself because i love them. I love them so much. How sick i feel to lie awake or deep in sleep thinking of the fact that both our pairs of eyes sit sulking and hurting inside our sockets and only wish to be kissed by lashes of the other. And feel the warmth of a real true kiss without our lips ever grazing. What hell is this, what paradise alike.

These eyes. I love them so. Can you tell?