About Magda's strange blue eyes

She had lengthy fiery red hair but it did not even seize my breath,
nor easily charmed by the playfulness of her swaying curvy hips
either, less her seductive dainty lips that might have flung my
imagination into hysteria, begging for my dire attention, until I
was left curiously staring deeper into those strange blue eyes,
finding myself lured, even mystified by those dark eyelashes like
the strings of a violin playing a sweet melody just for me, and now
having ventured further inside the cavern of her mind, plagued by
this lonesome dark inheritance of solitary confinement, as if having
become part of her deep affliction against a long ago hidden secret
from the world not to see, but no more, me now sharing her once
private scar of sorrow, left with this heavy addiction toward a familiar
song often playing havoc with my thoughts at times, in absence of her
many lonely walks on the boardwalk of pain, and I led searching
foolishly for those invisible footsteps going nowhere but round and round.