“Your eyes are like a dust of verdant strewn over glistening pools of luscious blue; one pool seeks north while the other inclines toward south”. Wow, the sound of this sent a gratifying tremor around my body, only after reading through the lines I realized the person whose ‘one pool seeks north while the other inclines toward south’ is in fact walleyed. Nonetheless, I instantly fell in love with this poetic and romantic description.
This is what ‘wax poetic’ exactly means. You use lofty, ornate, and verbose language to describe something relatively unremarkable. I’m sure the woman on whom this flowery description was thrown must have felt out of the world despite her ocular aberration. That’s the power of wax poetic fellas.