The green of your eyes are like a beautiful meadow waiting for winter's first frost
I can stare into them for hours, hoping to get lost
Wanting to never find my way back as long as they're all I could see, wondering how warm the curves of your smile would feel
Knowing if I could experience it, how easily my soul could heal
From the exhaustion I'm in whenever I hear your voice
Like a siren's call, pulling me in, I have no choice
But to give in, to my favorite person I have yet to meet
Getting my love is no small feat
Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 9:36 AM UTC
The green of your eyes are like a beautiful meadow waiting for winter's first frost
I can stare into them for hours, hoping to get lost
Wanting to never find my way back as long as they're all I could see, wondering how warm the curves of your smile would feel
Knowing if I could experience it, how easily my soul could heal
From the exhaustion I'm in whenever I hear your voice
Like a siren's call, pulling me in, I have no choice
But to give in, to my favorite person I have yet to meet
Getting my love is no small feat
