Your eyes.

That's what I think Heaven looks like.

Pure, endless, untouched blue.

Every time I look, I fall deeper;

I take one step closer.

It's a long road to Heaven from Hell.

There's an Angel guiding me, with eyes the blue of Heaven, hair the gold of Paradise, and a smile as white as the clouds that bar the Gates.

The Angel's hand is extended to me.

I'm afraid to take it, it might burn

Or worse, I might make the Angel fall.

His eyes assure me.

Those pure, endless blue orbs, like crystals

Sparkling, full of beauty and mirth.

I beg the Angel to take me to Heaven.

I want to go there with him; I want to be with him.

I don't care if I don't belong in Heaven

As long as I'm with my Angel.

My Angel.

The smile brightens,

The golden hair, like a Halo

And as I whisper one more time:

"My Angel"

The Gates of Heaven open to me.