Your Eyes Are My Favorite Color

I sink into the abyss of his eyes, drowning in deep chestnut waves. I feel like I could wander them with the map that I've charted from the many times I've caught myself staring and still become lost in them for days. Eyes so dark that I could fall into them forever; until the sun hits them just right and suddenly his eyes dance with rays of honey. Near-black irises turn to beautiful opalescent nebulas of amber and gold, dancing with the stars contained within. Streaks of gold whirl, like dandelions and marigolds in an ocean of coffee.