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.