Did I tell you about your eyes?

It's your beautiful story that's true.

They twinkle with hope in the darkest days, they blossom like daisies in Mid Summer's Way.

Your eyes whisper the truth about love into my ear.

They sing the song of heart break and pain.

They dance and laugh when light falls into your arms.

Your eyes cry and mourn for your lonely tearless soul.

They bring comfort and peace and a sense of jubilee.

Your eyes are like angels that watch over me.

They are the beauty that hides in the corals of the sea.

Your eyes, they told me how joy is meant to be, they planted enchantment into my ever-weeping being.

Your eyes are as beautiful as the first stream of newly risen sunshine, in, through the imperfections of your room's defensive curtains.

Your eyes are my reggae, my Marley, my peace.

Your eyes are my friends when times are deep.

Your eyes are perfect. Well, of course they are, they're a part of you.

Did I tell you about your eyes?

its your beautiful story of two.