Blue eyes surround and devour me.
Scarcity of guidance, I abruptly ignored.
Hurt of haste, dismissing the key to let me be.
I’ve mistaken what it means to be adored.
The unknown beauty of a throb.
When they cry, tears of pearls roll down.
The most precious stone came from sores.
With heads high upon the heaviest of crowns.
From this day on, daylight is when they’ll be adorned.