To me it is hard not to stare
As your eyes lashes begin to open
And the sweet blossom of your brown eyes
Graces me with their presences
I have no clue what I would do without them
They are yet so precious and special to me
I look upon them with the care I would have for a rare flower
That had just bloomed before me
It is in innocence in which they appear
As they gaze up to me in front of a beautiful smile
It almost seems unreal
From the person who bares them
You would feel as though you were in the presence of an angel
The sweet innocence
In which an angel posses
Eyes are said to be the gateway to the soul
From you eyes
I don’t only see the blossom of their beauty
But the blossom of a women who will forever astonish me with her grace and beauty
