Phosphenes of my Eye
In twilight's embrace, where dreams reside,
A tapestry woven, love's sweetest stride,
I find a muse that makes my spirit sigh,
"He is Phosphenes of my eye."
With hues of stardust, his presence blooms,
A symphony of galaxies in his exhumes,
Eyes like constellations, a celestial tie,
A dance of wonder, as time drifts by.
His voice, a sonnet, a soothing breeze,
Whispers of love that put my heart at ease,
A serenade of echoes, a lullaby,
"He is Phosphenes of my eye."
In every sunrise, his laughter gleams,
A dawn of hope in the darkest schemes,
His touch, a canvas, where emotions fly,
Painting my world with hues awry.
In tender moments, two souls entwine,
A universe in sync, stars align,
With every heartbeat, passion's outcry,
"He is Phosphenes of my eye."
Through seasons' change and endless tides,
In joy and sorrow, love abides,
For in his arms, I've found my sky,
A cosmic love, none can deny.
Together, we roam in astral realms,
Through galaxies, we navigate the helms,
Forever bound, you and I,
"He is Phosphenes of my eye."
In nights of reverie, his essence gleams,
A moonlit path to enchanting dreams,
He is the lighthouse, guiding nigh,
The constellation that lights my sky.
So, let the world spin and time pass by,
Our love endures, it will not die,
For in my heart, he will never lie,
"He is Phosphenes of my eye."
