𝕬 𝕾𝖆𝖉 𝕻𝖔𝖊𝖙 𝕴𝖓 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊

Sky-Blessed Eyes and a Star-Kissed Face

I get lost in the oceans of his sky-blue eyes,
a color so soft, like morning skies,
And when he looks, my heart skips twice,
caught in the calm, cool depths of ice.

I find myself counting, just taking my time,
each freckle a spot, a silent rhyme.
A constellation across his boyish face,
stars I map, yet never trace.

His gaze meets mine, and I look away,
afraid he'll see all I can't say.
But those sky-blue eyes, that freckled skin—
pull me back, again and again.