your eyes

I love your eyes 
But, not for their color 
Not for their shape 
Or the way that they flutter 

Those peaceful, warm eyes
Are not loved for their style
I don't love them because 
They go perfect with your smile

I don't love them for their placement 
Although, they are just right 
I promise I don't love them
In the way you think I might

I love your soft eyes
Because they're one of a kind
Their lovely blue hue
Sends shivers down my spine

They hold a heater to my heart
A feather to my neck
They paint my cheeks reds
And take away my breath

They show me a world
Where a midwest tree
Can be as beautiful as
A mountain or the sea

They warm my Winters
And cool my Summers
Their presence is calming
Their absence; a bummer

I can't explain the difference 
Or this new, weird feeling
It's a refreshing change 
If you know what I mean

Those eyes, plus that smile
Like a sun below 2 skies
They are different from the rest
I'm going to figure out why

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