I draw and try to capture what I see
The way his eyes light up, the way he smirks
But can't get down what is right before me
I see him as a piece of God's best work
It seems his eyes are where I see it all
His eyes, which sometimes look like they are sad
Like mine, I wish that he could hear my call
His eyes, which glisten when he is so glad
And he can always make me laugh so quick
Something incredible that I adore
Something intangible, almost magic
Perhaps it's not his eyes, but something more
I feel like giving up on all my tries
May be the way he's seen through my own eyes
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