Those hazel eyes

Gaze back into my own

And time stops

The hands fall from the clock

The birds stop singing

The winds whistle fades

And all that is left

Are those hazel eyes

They say the most beautiful things in nature

Are the deadliest

But those eyes looking back at me

Hold an intangible amount of

Of pure

Unrefined beauty

And when the light catches them

Just right

They turn

Like warm honey

Like a double shot

Of the smoothest whiskey

They melt in the sun

They hold my eyes

In a trance so poetic

That everything else

Anything else

Becomes irrelevant

Time stands still and falls to your feet

Over that pair

Of angelically hazel eyes