Amber eyes crystallize
Jutting into mine own
Rose-petal face
Perfected with a mind of
Pure steel, the honeyed
Gaze seeps into my bones
Dove-soft and ice-cold
Speaking my language
Fluent in accented voice of
Reason tinged with sadness
Mind like the eastern wind
And form of the setting sun
Sleepless nights echo
Tracing the frost-edged pane
With a single finger wet
Place me in your pocket
Answer my clouded call