Big like the eggs of a swan.
Shinning like the
Face of the closest Star.
And with the darkest of pupils,
You have black holes
In the centre of your sight.
Your blink sets riches ablaze.
Tears of plasma whenever you cry.
Sorry are those who make you cry.
For their world
Will be left in trash.
Everyone's admiration.
For some try to hide their desire.
To look right
Into your wonderful wonders.
The golden eagle has the title.
But your eyes took the medal.