Blue eyes, ever so mysterious
Sealed lips, always hiding a secret,
Red hair, a dash of love when you run away from truth.
Joy shining in your eyes, laugh lines ever present,
Laughs escaping your lips as if it costs you nothing,
Hair playing with the wind like children with no worries
Eyes downcast, shying away or guilty?
Lips smiling from here, frowning from there,
Hair, half done up, half swaying in the wind.
So tell me darling, what are you? An open book or a relic written in God's own language?
