The crowd stood still,
The chatter went nil.
As she walked into the hall,
My heart felt the chills.
With the grace of an Angel,
There she was, the prettiest of all.
She was so perfect, that imperfections were lies.
But all I could see was her beautiful eyes.
Her eyes, they twinkled so bright,
Like a cluster of stars at night.
They eased pain off my soul,
The joy of my heart knew no bounds.
Deeper than the ocean, clear as skies.
Those eyes where I could drown myself.
Or fly like an eagle so high.
I fell, for those big beautiful eyes.
Her eyes spoke, her eyes expressed.
Not everyone could read her wishes.
Down into the lane of her eyes,
I saw the spark of my life.
Time flew, as I did nothing but stare.
The world didn’t exist, I didn’t exist.
Everything was empty, but her eyes.
And I wanted to stare them a my life.