His Eyes…

His eyes are really pretty.
They sparkle and seen to smile.
They make me feel warm inside.
To see his eyes I’d walk a mile.

His eyes are beautiful brown.
They seem to tell a story, not like other guys’.
You just know how he feels.
It makes me so happy to look into his bedroom eyes.

His eyes are what I remember most.
Although we are apart now, the memory lingers on.
When I think of him, all the fun is there.
But his eyes make me cry, just like our favorite song.