his black eyes

his eyes are like the stillness of the night, those black eyes shimmer, like stars hidden under a thick velvet sky. They hold secrets, stories untold, whispers of shadows that dance on the edge of dreams. In their depths, a universe swirls, carrying the weight of countless moments, both heavy and light. Black eyes, windows to the soul, inviting yet guarded, reminding us of the beauty found in the mysteries of silence. his black eyes are like the boldest of obsidian like the glass from a volcano that could blow you to oblivion it's like one in a million. black eyes hold pools of ink that could tell a thousand stories. people say black eyes are empty, but that's far from the truth cause comparing to space or the universe would feel like cheating cause those eyes are so much more than that there has to be deeper meaning. his black eyes can hold a gaze that feels like home. i could stay without ever leaving. people say if you see a crow, it means bad luck, but if you see two, it means good luck, and his black eyes are like two black crows, which means he's as lucky as a clover.