His eyes are a thousand galaxies combined into one.
It's like looking into a world of turning secrets and masked emotions.
These mysteries reveal themselves one colour at a time,
but are never the same.
His eyes are never just hazel.
Or just brown, or just green, or just blue.
They are a forest of trees, with the colours of the flowers
and the spark of the sky.
His eyes speak a million words all at once,
and I hear all of them.
His eyes are a hundred places all at once,
and they take me to all of them.