Soul's Ember

In the depths of your gaze, a flame burns bright, A fiery spirit that dances through the night. The iris, a kaleidoscope of gold, A window to the soul, where stories unfold. The lashes, like dark wings, frame the sight, As tears, like diamonds, cling to the lids' gentle might. The skin, a canvas, smooth and fair, A backdrop for the eye's expressive air. In this close-up, we see the beauty lie, A reflection of the soul, as it catches the eye. A tale of depth, of emotion, of the heart's own fire, A glimpse into the depths of the human desire. To see, to feel, to be, in this moment's grasp, Is to behold the beauty that within us clasp. The eye, a mirror, reflects the soul's own light, Guiding us through life's journey, through the dark of night.