Blue,
This is the color of your eyes.
Hope,
This is what I see within them.
Black,
This is the horrible bit of hatred and sadness in the center of them.
White,
This is the color I see them swimming in.
Red,
This is the color that comes in tendrils beneath the pools of white, a sign of restlessness.
Love,
This is what I want to see in your eyes, and yet it is the only quality that I cannot find within them.
Perhaps I am a fool.
I hope I am a fool.