I miss your eyes, I miss how they look into mine.
Beautiful, big, brown, eyes,
sparkling as you smile.

Every emotion played out on your face,
from happiness when we've danced,
to sweet sadness when we said it's over.

I see them sometimes, those bright eyes.
It's hard to look at them;
afraid of what I might see.
I might see the fact that you're over me.

Oh no, I'll never forget the color of your eyes,


and I hope you don't forget mine.