You love a boy with eyes the color of coffee.
He doesn’t realize what his tanned hands do to you
Each time they brush across your arm.

You love a boy with eyes the color of polished wood
He catches your gaze more than once
And has the audacity to smile at you
Completely blind to the fact that you’re slowly unravelling before him,
And you wonder how long it will take before you are nothing but air.

You love a boy with eyes the color of cinnamon
He looks at you with a half bitten lip,
Distracting you as he talks.
His mouth is the only spice you haven’t tasted.

You love a boy with eyes shot with gold
His laugh is filled with stars,
And there’s a summer storm that clings to his skin.

You love a boy with eyes
That seem to be anything but brown.

You love him,
And secretly hope that one day he’ll love you too.