Soul's Ember
Reflection
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.