A Connection so Old

A Connection so Old

A connection so old,

she bode,

through big fishy eyes.

So sublime as to lean into her soul,

is the only desire one can have.

Loving her would be in no way enough,

For she is to be adored.

A connection so old,

she bode, 

through big fishy eyes.

I won't say, she is always beautiful to eyes,

For eyes get weary in the course of time.

And someone told me beauty is in beholder's eye,

Wouldn't that be an insult to her,

for then she would be a subjective one.

A connection so old,

she bode, 

through big fishy eyes.

Her sheen splendor puzzles me up,

Can she have a sip in cup,

With someone so skeptic goon,

Having nothing to come very soon.

It is the heart which follow for getting a suave in hollow. 

A connection so old,

Of which the rein she holds

A smile which sprouts in the spirit, 

Shows itself on her fancy cheeks.

A connection so old,

she bode, 

through big fishy eyes.