Everybody has a "type"
Mine was always
Dark hair and blue eyes
But then you came along
With your red hair
And your beautiful brown eyes
At first I was stunned
I didn't know  
That such a deep, rich color existed
And when those brown eyes looked at me
I thought I could see my future
I was wrong.
Those amazing, gorgeous eyes
Will never look at me
The way my hazel
Look at you
I thought I knew my "type"
But I didn't realize
That my only type was YOU.