Her eyes held the moon, everyday passing through June.
As I studied her eyes, I saw fireflies dancing within the night skies.
I'd watch the hazel sunset fade as she slowly closed her eyes, taking me to all my high.
Her eyes shared a warm light, where I would follow until I felt right.
Her eyes agreeing with her smile, always complemented her style.
I've seen sunlight in her eyes, reflecting her pure soul, but my heart was all she stole.
I wouldn't trade a thing to get lost in her beautiful eyes, watching the fireflies never dies.

-NEA