Another Poem About His Eyes

If the pupil of your eye is a black hole,
why can I see into your colorful soul?
Have we become, in a way, connected,
so that we could keep each other protected?
Is your soul so incredibly, wondrously sacred,
that not even the strongest bout of self-hatred
could shatter you into a million stained-glass pieces?
God above, how I wish I could straighten my creases,
so that my fragile, small soul, through your beautiful eyes
could one day, eventually, realize
that love is something like our souls--
deep and somewhat dim, black holes,
with vibrant colors in glassy eyes
that cry with sheer pleasant surprise
at the moment when time stops and two becomes one.
Please let it be us, my moon to my sun.

written by: lj
date: 10 March 2017
title: "not sure what i'll call this, probably a shit-poem"