your eyes. they have such beauty trapped in them, they could never be described in just a few words.
saying your eyes are blue is like saying the sun is yellow. it is true, they are blue, but there is so much more to them. saying they’re only blue doesn’t capture the intensity, the burning. they’re speckled with every kind of blue. they are electric, the kind of eyes that you could get lost in within seconds. the feeling of being pulled into a frozen lake. icy, yet full of emotion and somehow with a little more warmth. whenever you’re happy they sparkle the way the sea does, whenever the sun hits it. looking into his eyes, you could feel the waves falling against the shore. you could hear the river, hurrying to join the ocean. they have their own perfect cloudless midwinter sky in them. they’re so bright, so pure.