Romantic Note For You To Use

When last we met I caught a glimpse of your eye in the soft reflection of mine in yours and became lost. Now I spend the sleepless years descending ever deeper into the finer turns, flares, and points of the fractal in your iris. I become turned around and leave one fantastic glittering hall for another each more sublime than the last. I am not sure if every new passage I see is unique or if I am simply forgetting where it is that I have come from. And so, every day I wander, foot before foot, hoping I may escape or else find that impossible dead end where I may die, weeping and alone. Would it free me to blink or destroy me forever?