Maybe I only liked your eyes because they were the only ones I ever had the courage to look at.

Maybe it’s because, at the end of the day, the eyes really are the windows to the soul.

And I saw all of hell’s fiery inferno in them.

Eyes like the dying embers of a fire

Alight with mischief and trouble.

And yet

For some reason

I stayed.

Despite the fire

Despite the heat

Despite the dying embers of your heart that shone through your eyes

I stayed.