Or so they say.
This I do believe.
But your eyes,
Well, they're no mere windows.
The cathedral at Chartres should have such glass.
For when I look in you I see
A chip of sapphire
A sliver of Colorado sky
And some flecks of lapis lazuli.
As I hold you I see
A twinkle of periwinkle
A touch of tourquoise
And a slice of glacial ice.
And at the hint of a tear
Your eyes like stained glass from God's own hand
Ignite with the sparkle of stars
And dance like the sun on the ocean.
And through this shimmering surface
Of multi-faceted blues,
I catch a glimpse of your soul
And I am in awe.
