The Covenant of Eyes

I. Union
Not merely hues that mirrors hold,
But twin flames, bright and stark—
When two souls meet in light’s accord,
They etch love’s ageless mark.

If faith endures, unswayed by time,
Like rivers carving stone,
Their gaze will weave a silent vow
Where heaven claims its own.

II. Doubt
But if life’s spring gives gold to eyes—
And nothing more—what then?
Can beauty’s veil, unlit by truth,
Conceal the flaws of men?

What crown wears love that hears no voice?
What throne for speechless grace?
Can hands that never learn to clasp
Still build love’s dwelling place?

III. Ruin
Behold the Taj of dream-dust raised—
Now broken by the wind:
A monument to love unshared,
Where echoes drown, unpinned.

For love must hear the lover’s voice,
An answer, soft and sure—
Else all its spires, though crowned in gold,
Fall prey to time’s obscure.