City Eyes

The sparkle of the city couldn’t be compared to any other. Not New York, not London, not even Paris. The city of lights itself couldn’t compare to the shine of the buildings before me.

The only thing that could shimmer in comparison was its reflection in your eyes. The bright emerald green and ruby red of streetlights that mirror in the brilliant, burning blues of your eyes. A sight that was amazingly unique in its own way, that no person could ever grow tired seeing.

And that beautiful city, that gorgeous reflection, was all mine; till the end of time.