They glisten and look warm,
Yet I feel chilly at the sight of them.

That shade of color breathes life,
Yet they lie deathly still.

In each iris is a shimmering innocence,
I am drawn to them like a moth to a
Distant flame.

At her sight,
Flees that pesky parasite.

Angel eyes,
God’s keep,
Heaven’s soul.

That’s her essence,
All this and more I see.