The Boy With The Ocean Eyes.
Not one flaw as I can see, not even as arrogant as most would be.
It’s almost as if every time I see you, your pureness melts into liquid gold.
Sharing the same passions and dreams as I
Sparks a illuminating light in my eye.
When my shyness grows your confidence thrives
With my mind buzzing like fireflies.
I close my eyes and dream of you.
With your ocean eyes you’ve won the prize.
Below your nose and above those lips, holds the most precious gift.
What most would see as an imperfection, I see a story that I yearn to hear.
A story that makes you, you and with such story I can’t help but grow fond of you.
What this is I do not know, but it grows more and more everyday.
So foreign and confusing, but never disapproving. I too someday will find this amusing.
Until then this is all I have; with my pen being my voice and the paper being you.
A story has been written between the two.