Soul's Ember

In the depths of your gaze, a flame burns bright, A fiery ember that fuels the night. The golden iris, a sunburst wide, A window to the soul, where secrets reside. The lashes, dark and delicate as night, Frame the orb, a work of art divine and bright. The skin, a canvas, soft and fine, A gentle slope, a tender, loving line. The eye, a mirror to the heart's deep core, A reflection of the soul's unspoken score. In its depths, a story unfolds, a tale of might, A journey through the darkness and the light. The eye, a gateway to the inner sanctum, A portal to the mysteries that lie within. A symbol of the self, a reflection true, A microcosm of the universe, anew.