His eyes,
Are of the deepest blue.
With lilac speckles deep beneath.
A warm and loving feeling.
His eyes can be cold.
They can be a venomous green.
They can make you question everything.
But he is your everything.
Your flame to your candle,
Your trees to your birds,
He is the light behind your eyes.
But his eyes,
Make you question your love
Perhaps it's not mutual
And his blue eyes have met someone new.
Someone better.
Than you.