Blue Eyes So Deep

Depths of water, warm and clear
Are two sweet eyes I hold so dear
Within their grip I am tightly held
With my heart they threaten to meld.
He's asked me a question, but my answer is slow
Focused on his eyes, my mind is dough
He gazes at me in expectation
My mind runs circles with exaltation
My answer finally finds its way out
"Yes, you can borrow my pencil."