Look what you have done

Oh, my brown eyes, ever so beautiful, my diamond vision having wandered
once more, as I so fondly remember, like some permanent ailing heart, in
having glanced but once inside that I saw the ocean, the moon and countless
stars all residing perfectly together, when you spoke I felt the gentle wind of
your warm breath caressing me like a sofa rose petal, that left me melting
painfully in remembrance of that one yet still faint whisper often turning
me into some mourning fool during my own tribulations of Fall.