So they are hazel.
The gleam in your eyes, the way the sun hits them, and
Makes you shine.
Your smile-
It beams with life.
I’d love to see you dance, to see your body fly.
You say you can’t sing, and that you’d wish you took
Singing lessons as a kid,
But darling your voice is a river, and it flows and flows
And flows,
Sure, you’re not peaceful, my chaotic little sunshine,
I love the way you toss and turn throughout the
Night. You’re blindingly breathtaking. Every word that
Leaves your mouth is passionately formed from your soul
And mind.
You’re a mess.
Not to be cliche- but a beautiful mess. You astonish me
With every move you make.
Your laughter is honey to my ears.
You make me listen, and see peacefully for once.
Dear hazel eyes, please don’t leave my side.