My love-sick fool.

what color, aura depicts when you look at me like I hold the millions of universes in just my eyes what a sight must you have for the golden of your brown eyes to travel and linger upon my passing figure? what means of passion, of yearning, of unsolicited, pure love must you have to view me as untainted treasure? what love do you harbour, my sweet, that you must deem directed towards me for you to love me oh so desperately?