I got lost in the infinity of her eyes.
A vision one could never despise.
She held me, and I held back.
I get lost quite often, and not of my own will
And although I try to stay the path,
I cannot simply sit still.
I got lost in the fragrance of her words.
A smell so sweet, propelling me upwards.
She held me, and I held back.
I get lost once or twice, and when I do, I find peace,
And although I try to stay the path,
I cannot simply cease.
I got lost in the sweetness of her skin.
A taste so sumptuous it made me spin.
She held me, and I held back.
I get lost, led astray, by things that seem best for me,
And although I try to stay the path,
I find myself lost, again, suddenly.
I got lost in the warmth of her thought.
A feeling as hot as what my recklessness brought.
She held me, and I held back.
I get lost in the infinity of her eyes,
A vision one could never despise.
I find myself lost again suddenly,
As lost as she who was best for me.
Warren Augustus de Guzman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ojos-infinitos/
