Your eyes
I would compare them to oceans
But that's not even the half of your eyes
They are creamier than my morning latte
They are richer than your morning espresso
The deepest part of your eyes
Is something I could dive into
And do flips in as if I was in a swimming pool
The color of your eyes
Is of tree bark in the summer
In the most lavish of forests
Your eyelashes are butterfly wings
They flutter softer than dandelions in the breeze
They curve up towards God himself
Their beauty is incomparable to your eyes
Because they are the frame for the most magnificent
Piece of art I've ever seen
It would be unfair to you because
Your eyes
Are more than oceans.