Your Blue Eyes

If your eyes were the ocean, I'd swim in them.

If they were the sky, I'd fly in them.

Collecting crystals as blue as your eyes,

I wonder what I could see inside?

Blue flowers scream your name with a soft whisper,

and I listen carefully to each one, thinking of you.

Your blue eyes have made blue one of my favorite colors.

Every time you're on stage, I see your blue eyes glow, your pretty face glimmering in the warm, blinding light.

You like acting and singing, but you prefer bugs over people, like blue butterflies.

I wonder if you saw the way I stare into your eyes like an aquamarine gemstone, but I wouldn't know.

If we were at prom wearing matching blue dresses, I'd dance with you.

If you decided to wear a blue suit, I would still dance with you and I know you would do the same for me.

You're as pretty as a blue-tinted moon jellyfish, and the way the light hits your eyes makes me think of sunlight shimmering off of the water.

If only you knew the doubt I carried whenever I'm with you, thinking, “oh, they deserve so much better,"

Somebody once told me that blue meant sadness or despair, but whenever I look into your eyes; all I see is how pretty you are.

I wouldn't hesitate.

If your eyes were baggy ripped jeans, I'd wear em’.

The blue reef against the sand, I'd sit there with you until the tide pulled in.

If anything was as blue as your eyes, I know what I'd do.

All I know is that I love the color blue.