The language of eyes

'oh ! Those eyes have langauge '
Which but I can only read
Me here, striving to salvage
A smile when it is in need
Dropped to my heart was you
Or a nectar of a heart red
That smile where I got the cue
To see nothing but you instead
In you I get the bless
Pouring down through each my aisle
Seeing you with the very bliss
One step close be you or far a mile
With draped in pitch black
Shadle and silky soft
Flipped lovely to the back
And breeze holds it aloft..