I gave myself to him

I gave myself to him
and took himself for pay
The solemn contract of a life
was ratified this way

The value might disappoint
myself a poorer prove
Than this my purchaser suspect
the daily own of love

Depreciates the sight
but, 'til the merchant buy
Still fabled, in the isles of spice
the subtle cargoes lie

At least, 'tis mutual risk
some found it mutual gain
Sweet debt of life, each night to owe
insolvent, every noon

-Emily Dickinson-

Those drowning eyes, which don't pour out tears, fascinate and enchant me, for they're overwhelming and absorbing my soul with their galaxy inside.