Orbs

The way she looks at me,
Them grey shiny orbs.
If you look closer into the spheres.
The gates defending her mind.

Captivating stare.
Piercing gaze.
This is not just a phase.

And her eyes,
Say everything she won’t.
She whispers; “I’m scared”,
But her baby greys say it all.
They exclaim; “I love you too.”

Colour divides the grey from the black.

A ring of gold,
Her soul laid bare.
Without knowing,
She’s rescued me.
Knight in armour,
Not a maiden fair.

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