My sky

You have the most amazing blue eyes ever…
The sky can fit within them, there’s no doubt.
I see the sea itself go on and on forever,
showing a world I’ve never known enough about.
And when you smile, it floods my dreams
with what I think true happiness must be.
Oh, wait! My eyes deceive me, as it seems,
for your blue eyes are all but blue to me.

I know, they’re green, like grass or trees!
They look just like the smell of grass
you’ve barely cut and then you cease
whatever you were doing just to grasp
a scent of heaven! But closer as I look,
discovering that they have changed once more,
I realise, profoundly wounded, deeply shook,
that never did your eyes seem green at all.

I’m sorry! I should’ve known they’re black!
Or now, because you’re angry and upset
they turned to this tempestuous delight
which, I must say, is rather scary, yet,
deliciously intriguing, amazingly profound,
for never have I seen such passion in your soul.
I see myself unable to be uttering a sound,
because the black is also gone, what do you know!

Oh, brown-eyed creature that torments me so,
how foolish must I seem to you right now!
You have to see that I was taken by the flow
of my emotions! I have to make it work somehow
and make you see the real me. I’ll tell you what:
why don’t you tell me the colour of your eyes?
I will not tell you how beautiful they are, but
I’ll take that colour and paint it on the skies.

My sky… it may be black, or brown or blue.
It may remind me of the smell of grass or not…
at least I’d know I’ll always have a part of you
that’s right there next to me no matter what.
Because i want you to be mine in every minute
that fills the hours of the ever passing days.
You’ll brighten up my sky by being on it.
You’ll be my sun. Your eyes will be the rays.