His smile, how I love it That very smile that always brings me up The one that always lights the place The on that clears the darkness when on his face
His hands, those soft hands Those strong and hard working hands The warm fingers on those hands Oh, how they make my heart dance
His arms, his legs How strong yet so graceful They move with such beauty They make my body want to dance
But those eyes, how I love them Through them I can see him His soul, it burns of umber That beautiful, beautiful burnt umber
And through those beautiful eyes I see his bright, happy soul The one that lights up my soul And causes it to burn purple
Those dark brown eyes, how I love them The ones that always seem to smile Even when his lips do not, they smile They always smile
And his soul, that strong soul That merry soul, that calm soul The one that is seldom flustered, or frustrated Of at least has a hard time showing so
Those dark brown eyes, the windows to his soul Those dark but shining eyes Those joyful smiling eyes Those dark brown eyes, how I love them
#9_11/15/2011
Ever feel like you could get someone's complete personality, there whole life story, and currant feelings by just looking into their eyes?