poets always write about
the beauty of their lover's eyes.

until I met you,
those words never
meant anything to me.

you have gray eyes
that remind me of a storm.
and they are beautiful,
but they never mattered.

I don't care about
the gray of your eyes or
how they look blue
under certain lights
or the flecks of gold
that make them shine.

I would love you
even if your eyes were dull
and dark like mine.

because the beautiful thing
about your eyes
is not their color.

it's how you use them
to look at me.

you look at me in a way
that no one has ever
looked at me before.

that is what
makes them beautiful.

and that is one of the
many reasons why
I fell in love with you.