Hijab Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Do her eyelids bat & her cheekbones blush?
Do they have an indigo embargo on their own?
Which way do her almond eyes look?
Beneath her veil, an impromptu shush.
But do they look inwardly happy?
Or are they filled with bittersweet sorrow?
Do they share a glint of sunlight?
Or are they sallow, moonlight pale?
What true colour are her precious eyes?
Most likely, they'll be brown in pigment.
And not almond-shaped but round.
Isn't it intriguing how we avoided gazing?
In each other's eyes as though we all
Have our very own two-tier bridal veil.
Aren't you yet willing to walk down that wedding aisle?