Your eyes,
Glorious and piercing,
Loving and kind.
When only seen
On video, in stills,
Your eyes are pure
Honey, molten gold.
But up close and personal,
Where it matters most,
Where you’re soft in my arms,
Your eyes are a marvel.
So much grey, green, and gold.
Colors I never much seem
To care for on their own,
But with you, it’s different.
Together, and being yours,
Makes the colors
Special to me.
You’re important to me,
Every last inch of you.
But if I had to choose
My favorite part of you
It’d be your beautiful eyes.