Your eyes

Your father must be a robber;
Your mother must be a sculptor.
For your father stole a set 
Of the most precious gems in the world
And your mother has molded them into your eyes.

There is no other way of describing your eyes,
Like a diamond traps rays of light inside.
My mind is trapped with thoughts of you,
When your diamond-like eyes push up their lids to see me


The above poem was written in 2003