Your Person's Eyes

You're supposed to fall in love with your person's eyes, everything else changes

Their hair becomes faded, their skin ages

Hearts shatter, and we shrink 

Weight changes, we go through life in stages

Only the eyes grow old with us, so they know what's been done to us

Permanent imagery, that determines misery

The eyes hold a glittery mystery, all eyes have history

Only your eyes feel like electricity, and that's why I fell for our possibility

It's your eyes, that I will always see as mine

More beautiful than the sky, your bright blue eyes

Mixed with mine, until we die

The same aged eyes, that I saw yesterday

There they are today, the same eyes that took my breath away