For Him
I usually hate blue eyes - sharp and cold.
Why I fell into yours, couldn’t be told.
This web we are now both in,
Shouldn’t, but it does, feel like a sin.
I desire nothing more than your hand to hold.
The history will last like gold,
And memories will forever be told.
Meeting you was my biggest win.
I usually hate blue eyes.
I will remember your touch until I get old;
My love for you will never be sold.
Now I have to store my feelings in a bin,
Or maybe wash them down with some gin.
Falling in love with you felt so bold,
I usually hate blue eyes.
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