Your wonderful heavenly eyes
Your gaze makes me turn to ice
Befitting only for the dice
Enjoying every bit like rice.

The look, as it stares
Makes me look at the stars
As they beam so linear
In the heavenly arena.

Will I be able to cope?
For how long will I hope?
Maybe it’s all a “scope”?
I thought as I answered, “nope”.

The heavenly eyes
Makes me squint like mice
Though tiny like a host of lice
Indelible is its bliss.