A strange kind of love

A strange kind of love, a strange kind of feeling, swims through your eyes.

And like the doors to a wide vast dominion, they open to your prize.

This is no terror ground, or place for the rage, no broken hearts, whitewashed lies.

Just a taste for the truth, perfect taste, choice and meaning, a look into your eyes.

Flying to the gemstone, alone, a smile from a frown, circles round, should he stay or should he go?