his eyes aren't like oceans

though most people would deny it.

to me, they are like grass fields

because the emotion in them sways

they sway as his life does, his life story.

and they aren't too lively, but they aren't dull.

they are a strange color, but beautiful

night or day.

I'm not sure where I'm going with this,

I guess I'm trying to say,

they're different and odd, but

I love them.

they're like birds and bees

swirling in the air and around flowers

and they're magical like

penguins soaring higher than an eagle.

I guess they lift me up, looking at them,

and they are so

magestic.

so unique that

his other features only compare

when they're pulled together

into that beautiful face

that I love looking at

more than I love

grassfields and blossoming flowers.

I love his eyes as if they hold his soul.

a soul that is twisted and contorted

but works well like his heart

and makes sure he still has a soul

and a good set of mind.

even if it's not perfect,

his eyes fix the imperfection

and all I see is

beautiful, beautiful emotion

that sways to my voice,

he's in love, I can tell,

and I love it.

I love him.