Frigid eyes

On my first glance at your eyes, it narrated unspoken stories, it had an ocean so frigid that my sight froze onto it, thy ocean with an abyssal so deep, that i am yet to fully discover. The ocean where my love sails through despite the havoc it weilds, only an oaken boat yet fortified by hope. It seems weak at eye sight, although deep down,it is as strong as steel. Hope that convinced my heart to unleash the wise and broken sailor. Your eyes, an aspect i am still yet to unravel its hidden and deepest sections.The only fuel that keeps that one wise sailor on the boat, it isnt the love and neither the thoughts,it isnt your eyes and neither your beauty it is rather the hope that first emerged and forged my only transport unit,the hope that fullfilled my sight as i first glanced at you. Hope is a powerful element yet the rarest. Hope is the most weakest element yet most standing. Hope is the most abundant yet the rarest. Hope isnt given hope is earned. There came the ovewhelming wind that blows and scatters the havoc that conquered your eyes, it was never strong to overpower the hope that was earned. There once came the lack of hope yet it was abundant just not earned. Hope will keep me here for you.