I stare, not able to look away,
Glued to the small circle.
"What?" he asks,
"Nothing" I reply., "Your eyes are just beautiful."
Now there is much more I can say,
How my whole life I have been waiting for those eyes,
How nothing but your soul makes me happier than they do.
Or how all eyes now seem dull and lifeless, except yours.
They're mot blue or colour but an emotion of love and sadness.
"Your eyes are blue" I whisper.