I look into eyes
that light sparks in my soul,
like the dying embers
of an untended fire.
They soothe me,
calming down the raging waters
that crest with in my soul,
They ignite me
burning their way across my flesh
and searing their memory into them.
His eyes do things,
that my mind in unfamiliar with,
he has started this revolution
That spreads like wild fire
Threatening to overthrow
the balance I have worked so hard
to achieve,
as though I am constantly
walking on eggshells,
the ones His eyes
have managed to crack....