Your eyes are the awakening of my long sedated, slumber-struck conscious,
Responsible for the onslaught of a thousand spell-binding epiphanies,
Mesmerizing pools of tortilla colored star matter,
Leaving every beholder awestruck,
For I am no different,
Their iridescence grips the jagged edges of my soul like poison ivy,
Pouring light within to the brim until it overflows,
Forever setting me free,
If eyes are really windows to the soul,
Then darling, your soul scintillates of a thousand everlasting suns.
