His Eyes

His eyes of ice and sky pierce shards of bliss 
Two sapphire gems sit on his lovely face 
His eyes of ocean breeze, of breathlessness 
They smile and squint at me with a soft gaze 
I’ve heard it said from friends, both sirs and dames 
Fall for men due to their irises 
Because in old age, eyes remain the same 
The “look of love” is hundreds of kisses 
The Lord from Heaven gave his eyes that hue 
And all the angels made his eyes just right 
For men, of course, you can’t go wrong with blue 
I’m driven mad, please cure me of this plight 
Insanely mad in love with those two eyes 
They pierce pure shards of bliss, of sky and ice