Hers are brown. I never thought I’d wind up with a brown-eyed girl.
Mine are blue. She calls me her blue-eyed boy. I never felt like a blue-eyed boy before she came along.
I’m short-sighted, she’s long-sighted. She’s the only one that sees my eyes unobstructed by glasses.
At bedtime, I move closer so I can see her properly, she moves away so she can see me properly. It’s the only way we really dance together.
When I first met her, I fell so far into her eyes I thought I’d never get out. I’m not sure I ever have.
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