His Eyes

The blue eyes of my star-crossed lover

 

Are known for making a waterfall out of a hurricane

 

Each speckle carries another 100 reasons why I can't live without him

 

His eyes feel like home

 

They feel like the delicate rise and fall of his chest

 

As long as he's breathing

 

I can sleep at ease

 

His eyes are a deep sea blue

 

Where I remain resting on the ocean floor

 

As his arms cradle me until dawn breaks

 

When the light gleams into his irises

 

And lets me float in the speckled waters

 

He taught me how to love

 

His eyes taught me how to swim.