Grey eyes, like a misty morning dew
Brown hair, that frames a face anew
A gentle soul, with a quiet grace
A shy smile, that takes its place
His eyes, like stormy skies, so deep and wide
A mystery, that cannot be denied
Brown hair, that falls, in a soft cascade
A handsome boy, in a quiet shade
With every glance, my heart skips a beat
Those grey eyes, my soul can't compete
In their depths, I see a love so true
A heart that's pure, and a spirit anew.
