Stained Glass

If eyes are the
window to the soul,
then his were stained
glass. There were 
cracks filled with 
stories unlike the
ones she read in
books. There were
colours she had 
only ever heard of
in fairytales. There
were holes created
by darkness but now
they let brilliant light
shine through. His eyes
told tales greater
than most souls
could ever dream 
of telling. She fell
heart first into 
his eyes and
fell head first
in love with the soul
behind his stained
glass eyes. 

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