Eyes of Ice
I don't feel worthy
of being in your presence.
I know it sounds
terribly blasphemous,
to hold an unholy human
to a holy standard.
But, I believe
the eleventh commandment
should be
'Thou shall not slander.'
Not slander your grace,
nor your icy, blue eyes.
The same eyes
that could melt a fiery pit.
Or, make a straight face
gasp in surprise.
I, myself, am honestly
not a good person.
But, you make me
want to try.
Anything you ask
of me,
I swear,
on the grave of my past,
to wholeheartedly abide.
But, if I may,
a secret of which I must say:
I know that when I call
your name.
In return,
there will be no reply.
of being in your presence.
I know it sounds
terribly blasphemous,
to hold an unholy human
to a holy standard.
But, I believe
the eleventh commandment
should be
'Thou shall not slander.'
Not slander your grace,
nor your icy, blue eyes.
The same eyes
that could melt a fiery pit.
Or, make a straight face
gasp in surprise.
I, myself, am honestly
not a good person.
But, you make me
want to try.
Anything you ask
of me,
I swear,
on the grave of my past,
to wholeheartedly abide.
But, if I may,
a secret of which I must say:
I know that when I call
your name.
In return,
there will be no reply.