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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