if i could draw your eyes, i would draw them a thousand times
they're indescribable, infectious, i wish everyone could see what i see
only your eyes could be so true
if i could write pages about them, i'd write books, never ending ones
i have never once in my life seen ones like yours, delicate, soft, wide and bright
they never fail to make me falter
i wish i could see them again
i loved the way they looked when you were off gazing to the side
or the way they lit up when you spoke about your passions
i've never seen them sad, but i'm sure they'd still find a way to stay beautiful through the tears
and they were the best in the sun
even on gloomy days, they still found a way to be bright
they never failed to stay beautiful
if i could keep your eyes in my life, i would
i'd find a way through the blocks in between us
the way your eyes would look at mine made me nervous, but now i'd give anything to look in mine again
just once
and the way i want them to
only your eyes are my favorite
i know what you thought of mine, you've never said but i can see through yours
they did you no trouble
i pray they find mine again, even if its not the way i want them to
if i could find the words to describe your eyes, i'd never stop speaking of them
so special, God if you just knew
your eyes are like no other
may they stay beautiful
- opal
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