Your eyes shame the sun
Mine pale in comparison
Two holy beams that open up the sky
and shower the defeated with flowers
Buds of pure hope
Stems of strength
The glittering iris of distress
If ever there was a bright
Luminous to the highest extent
Your golden orbs would surpass it
I'm envious in my obsessing
Stifling my views because I'm lost in yours.

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