I loved the last two stanzas, where it became "narrow." "prettiest pair of eyes with a color so pure mine felt like sin." I can relate to that very much, as well as the last stanza-- substituting, for me, "her silence" with "his silence." It does ring through the "heart like a double barreled shotgun." A fitting image. However, sometimes "silence" says volumes more than a library-full of redundant words. Oh, how I wish I would learn that lesson... But, alas, there are times that I feel I will burst, but to be able to speak my heart!

Truly, Tourterelle