Your eyes are blue.
Not just any blue, but every blue there is.
From pastel blue to the deepest navy blue.
Your eyes hold the world.
Your world, my world.
But most of all my heart.
When you're happy, your blue eyes shine.
When I look at you I can see a clear blue sky on a Summers day.
I feel as if I’m flying whenever you're around.
I desperately hope that when you see me smiling,
Your heart sways a little too.
When you’re sad I see a starry sky.
A sky speckled with a thousand golden stars.
I watch as these stars fall from space and rain down your cheeks like shooting stars.
It’s saddening and maddening, yet still so beautiful to watch.
When you’re angry, your eyes are a fierce royal blue.
They're like blades cutting through diamond.
Their aim is crystal clear.
Like lasers shooting for their target.
In one piercing glare,
you’ve trapped me in your stare.
When you’re depressed your eyes cloud over.
They look misty blue and I can’t help but