How unique they are, the doors to the soul Such a protected commodity, as proven by human pain receptors With white fogs so pure, Containing an entire universe worth of intricate designs flooding each iris
Yet, how little we all see. The light refracted gives tangibility its accuracy Yet, too many take for granted But, how indeed can they be blamed, For what is great can only be differentiated from normal once its negative is introduced.
But even beyond said physical realm, Oh the grandeur of sweet eye contact, Seeing each beautiful, elegant detail owned by the beautiful human eye Like staring upon a sight so awe-inducing
Only to be described as, oncemore, The doors to the soul.
~Just an average guy