They make me forget things. Your eyes. Make the world around a haze, like a photograph taken with a low shutter speed. Insert me in that picture, just gazing, at those magnificent pair of eyes that God created. I could write poetry on them, your eyes. For every time you look at me, just even glance by, my heart stops beating for a while I swear. They look like they've seen so much. So much wonder, so much pain, so much love....they turn this devastated cranky hag into a hopelessly romantic adolescent, your eyes. I would gaze at them forever, if I could. When you lie on my lap, dreaming of things I haven't seen, I sit still- Not only because you look so comfortable, because I don't want to miss the first moment when your eye lids open and reveal your Hazel Irises.
They make me see the beauty in others, your eyes. I don't know how that's possible, but since I've seen yours, I have a special thing for eyes. I now describe people as, 'the girl with nice eyes'. Yeah, very specific I know.
On August 15th, the day the country celebrated, I celebrated too. My heart leaped with joy, the moment you came up to stage and told me your name. Okay fine, told everyone your name. Though it felt like they were talking to me you know, your eyes I mean. I didn't see your rugged beard or worn out tee and shorts. All I saw were those two little doors to heaven situated on the top region of your face, and I thought to myself then, 'ooh, nice eyes' (I think I said it out too).
They make me feel unapologetic, your eyes. I know that's giving them too much credit. But really, they give me this confidence that I've never felt before. A confidence to not hide away my feelings no matter what they are. They give me the confidence to look anyone in the eye and say things that I wouldn't usually muster the courage to say. So, they empower me, your eyes. And that's quite a bit for a pair of eyes if you ask me.
Are they really a window to your soul though? Cuz I'm in love with your eyes, if that isn't evident already. It's not everyday I write an ode to someone's sensory organs. If they really are a window to your soul, I can't wait to look through those windows to see what lies beyond. I can't wait to plunge into those Hazel seas and find that treasure you've kept so well hidden.
Actually,
I can wait.
I'll wait for all eternity if I can gaze at your eyes in the meanwhile.
They make me see the beauty in others, your eyes. I don't know how that's possible, but since I've seen yours, I have a special thing for eyes. I now describe people as, 'the girl with nice eyes'. Yeah, very specific I know.
On August 15th, the day the country celebrated, I celebrated too. My heart leaped with joy, the moment you came up to stage and told me your name. Okay fine, told everyone your name. Though it felt like they were talking to me you know, your eyes I mean. I didn't see your rugged beard or worn out tee and shorts. All I saw were those two little doors to heaven situated on the top region of your face, and I thought to myself then, 'ooh, nice eyes' (I think I said it out too).
They make me feel unapologetic, your eyes. I know that's giving them too much credit. But really, they give me this confidence that I've never felt before. A confidence to not hide away my feelings no matter what they are. They give me the confidence to look anyone in the eye and say things that I wouldn't usually muster the courage to say. So, they empower me, your eyes. And that's quite a bit for a pair of eyes if you ask me.
Are they really a window to your soul though? Cuz I'm in love with your eyes, if that isn't evident already. It's not everyday I write an ode to someone's sensory organs. If they really are a window to your soul, I can't wait to look through those windows to see what lies beyond. I can't wait to plunge into those Hazel seas and find that treasure you've kept so well hidden.
Actually,
I can wait.
I'll wait for all eternity if I can gaze at your eyes in the meanwhile.
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