The green of your eyes are like a beautiful meadow waiting for winter's first frost

I can stare into them for hours, hoping to get lost

Wanting to never find my way back as long as they're all I could see, wondering how warm the curves of your smile would feel

Knowing  if I could experience it, how easily my soul could heal

From the exhaustion I'm in whenever I hear your voice

Like a siren's call, pulling me in, I have no choice

But to give in, to my favorite person I have yet to meet

Getting my love is no small feat