The Eyes

A very very simple poem about big and beautiful eyes

In my dreams,
I sometimes see a face
A face, a plain face
With just two big eyes.
The eyes, that are really big
And beautiful.
They are eyes.
But sometimes, I tend to think
They are not eyes.
They are a hypnotic thing
Big and beautiful.

You stare into those eyes
You keep staring
But, in fact,
They keep staring at you
And, you keep staring at them
Continuously and constantly
Not picking your eyes off them
Not even wanting to.

You keep staring, and staring.
They turn your eyes into stone.
They turn you into stone.
Then
You realize that
They are eyes.
Infact, they are eyes
Big and beautiful.