My Oblivion

I drown deep and deep, To my impending death I go, My breath gets stuck, My heart races, My emotions are a heap. Oh! How do I love This sweet poison, Makes me fly free like a dove. Those brown orbs narrate millions of stories, Waking me up even when I'm out cold. Are they seats of Aphrodite and Cupid? Or are they tunnels to heaven? I'm all around the world, From mountains to priaries