Soul's Ember
Reflection
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.