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.