Paisley

The eyes, they speak
Songs of which one dares not gush
Better of tune in serene
For not in a wink
One is bestowed a beloved chum
Some seek then prevail
Some remain ignorant
Midst of swirls, the eyes stone
Ardent on skirts in paisley swaying
Broadening the horizon with lullaby
Of which none is unlikely to succeed
But they glide without a screech
And to this day, they linger still
Yesterday marks euphoria
Tomorrow thrills the heart
And mine forever will
For I have them to dance along