I never really cared for blue-eyed people.
Bright or pale;
A common color for the male or female.
But let my tell you a tale
Of a blued-eyed boy
Who never toyed with this green-eyed girl.
He put her head in a whirl.
Love is what they called it.

She'd look into those blue eyes;
The color she never cared for
But now she could never be bored
Of looking at these blue-eyed people,
Who were more abundant than she thought
Maybe they fought
For the same thing she was looking for;
The Love of a boy
Who wasn't the one to toy
With that green-eyed girl.

There is this girl, blonde hair blue eyes.

Her stunning blue eyes get their color the same way water and the sky get their true rich blue color. They scatter light so that more blue light reflects back out.

Her hair shines so bright, as bright as the sun in the sky. Warming my heart during the daytime.

When I look into her eyes,
I see a beautiful ocean, peaceful and at ease.
I see gentleness and her personality coming free.
It's ever so engaging.

I tell her her beauty and personalities flourish.

She's a flower child.

She's the sweetest hippie bringing me peace and tranquility.

Her words can not describe her smile it's so contagious.
It's no wonder why she leaves me ever so speechless.

If I could be with this girl,
I'd do my all to give her the world in which she deserves.