The world through her eyes

Your eyes are the bluest ocean

With the bluest sky

And the blue jays fly

The air whispers for you and I

How can I remain stressed?

When I look into your eyes.

I calm myself as if at bed dreaming how beautiful our kids will be.

Your eyes can end war.

So much for hatred and racism

All gone, of this I’m sure.

Your blue eyes tell a deeper story

Besides the beauty,

I see pain and sorrow

But they are also hopeful

For tomorrow

And the next days after that

You appreciate what a lot of us take for granted

With your eyes: You see how beautiful the world is and how lucky we all are

If only more people had your eyes. This world would be better.

Definitely more lovable.