My pen struggles under the weight of happiness,
Breathless and anxious,
Afraid of the burden of wordlessness
As it tries to extoll the magic in your eyes.
Where darkness meets light at the corners of your cornea,
A light illuminates the hazel dust
That coats your iris,
Gleaming like it would last forever.
And your eyes, adorned with joy,
Smile and laugh and talk a language of their own,
While my pen sits enchanted,
Tremulous at how they make such perfect wordless sense.
Between the ripples of energy
That electrify your perfect pupils,
My ink runs dry and words falter
As my pen is choked with awe.
As it dawns upon itself,
My pen sighs a wordless sigh -
The magic in your eyes
Can never be described by the words of men.