Analysis of The Eyes

Still, I can remember the way she looked.
Sorry, I can't compare it with any worldly or celestial.
But I can say it was deep, very deep.
Fathomless but not crooked.

Still, I can remember that look.
Sorry, I can't get rid of it.
It always hooks me.
But I can say, it was simple, so simple
as if flowing an azure brook.

I can remember those eyes,
Stared at me with wide opened
Sorry, I couldn't make
eye contact very long
as my eyelids shut down out of shy.

Those eyes were receding
as my compartment started to move.
She looked at me for the last.
It was meaningful
but not breathtaking.