Sapphires

Are my eyes like sapphires?
Sparkling oceans of eternal blue
set in a sandy beach
of pale, imperfect skin.

Ah, but I ask again-
my eyes, my eyes,
are my eyes like sapphires?

Sapphires like an endless sky,
not flawed with clouds or chips,
shimmering under the brightest light,
glittering at every facet.

I am imperfect in every way,
but my ghostly eyes-
are my eyes like sapphires?