You hated your eyes,
You told me they were dull and brown,
You wanted them an ocean blue,
For anyone who looked in to drown.
It pained much when I realised,
That you never see it like I do,
The way your eyes hint a story,
The ones I want to read right through.
Your eyes hold specks of gold,
Like the carrier of stolen sunlight,
One may miss it with a slight glance,
But a languid gaze puts me in a trance.
Your eyes are like melted chocolate,
When I’m craving something sweet,
With a stunning, unwavering gaze,
I find it hard to meet.
I stumble down the dark hole,
When I look into your eyes,
With hidden, mysterious beauty,
And some dark, shielded lies.
Every time I look at them,
They seem to change to something new,
Like warm coffee,
Things better than just blue.
When I am tired of looking in them,
Tired of not being found,
I hope you never say to me,
That your eyes are simply brown!