His eyes

Such a dazzling blue

They sparkle in the light,

Opening windows of emotion

His eyes, they hide nothing,

You could see anything in them.

Behind those pools of blue

Is a crystal door

The door is beautiful

A dazzling crystal door.

Look close enough and see

Through the clear glass

To the depths of his pure soul.

Almost anyone with good intent

Can open up that crystal door,

And enter into his soul

To never leave or want again

Because his soul is pure

The purest of the pure

No hate or malice dwells

In those eyes

Of dazzling

Blue

Her eyes

Such a piercing grey

They catch every detail

They show no emotion

in the dark they sparkle

With a light only they possess,

Pools of silver in darkness

Dark steel in the light,

They hide everything

Yet let nothing in.

Behind those steely orbs

Is a locked door,

The door is strong

Made to protect her

To hide it all away

All the hurt she's ever felt

The door to her soul

Is locked with no key

No one gains entrance

Through that concrete door

There is sadness in these

Eyes of silvery

Grey

Together they will grow

He'll put up walls

She'll tear some down

All to create the

Blue and grey.