A Person's Orbs

Eyes are just orbs that shimmer colors of the soul they are owned by. The hazel orbs of great pain stare me down, finding me easy prey to the love craved. Fallen to dismay, the orbs have me bound; any hope lost for myself being saved. Trapped in my own thoughts of him holding me, the large lovely orbs hypnotizing all, once more I am left roughly chained you see, escape is not within my reach. I fall... He gives me no time to rest from the love, always there; my own orbs create rivers. The orbs of an angel from up above, I stand no chance, not a single sliver. A person's orbs catch anyone who looks, but his trapped me in love like deadly hooks.