Have you ever heard,
How her eyes are described?
Their blue as the ocean,
As deep as it's dephs,
And mysterious as the undertow.
This comparison is all too common.
Blue is always the sea,
Maybe the cloudy sky,
As her head is above the clouds.
But his eyes,
The sky isn't far enough,
The sea not deep enough,
His eyes portray the universe,
Glittering with it's stars,
Beyond our galaxy.
his emerald eyes hold fragments of comets and shooting stars.
Wishes and desires.
I can never read his vast stars,
How the fisherman could read the changing of the tides,
Or the shallow stream of stars to gaze upon.
But his eyes hold a universe's worth of stars,
So many I can't chart them all.
They shine with potential.