Aren't those the best eyes?

Aren't those the best eyes?

The one's connected to our imagination.
Where there's never any disappointment?!

The place of solace wherein our secrets
Rest safe while our desires run rampant
Amidst insecurities that spread
Like a plague .... of if only's

The eyes of my mind picture You
Fronting up to a murmurless mirror;
Smiling faces at the image therein
Without feeling the rouge tinted
Burning of a blush set fresh upon flesh.

Flush with acceptance Your eyes
Lift your chin with their fingertip's ...
A light touch.
A gentle brush of an embrace
Seeped in purified acceptance
Tears neither spring nor fall.

But a silent voice says
I bet you look nice.
Turn around
But don't look back; for
your shadow self 'tis with you always

Aren't those just the best looking eyes!