She shines so bright 

Rising as a spring sun 
In the middle of November. 
So bright that she’d set
The most darkened nights on fire

Her eyes had worlds within them
Constellations never discovered before,
A galaxy of her own,
One that spacemen wished to travel for.

I’ve never been a man who appreciates art, 
But her eyes were a different kind of art, 
The kind that you’d sit hours staring at, 
Not wasting any seconds in blinking. 

Her eyes were the proof that God existed, 
Only god would create such eyes, 
That look at me with passion and grace of thousand stars

She’s my sun, my moon, my own Milky Way, wrapped up in the eyes of an angel.