It's the hue of innocence that shines,
The hint of mischief that lurks behind;
The passion to conquer
Is what reflects in his eyes.
It's the colour of the night sky.
It's the exact shade that seems dull yet bright,
But in the presence of the sunlight
It turns into a rich mahogany shade.
No, his eyes aren't blue, green or grey.
They resemble the colour that I love yet hate
It often looks like a blank space
Which absorbs every colour in it's wake
A vortex of darkness that lures my heart..
The colour which is sprawled all over my soul
The inky shade in the depths of his eyes,
Is where I find home.