The sun cannot compare to the way that
Your face lights up when you speak of your true
Passions. The stars are jealous of the light
Shining in your eyes when you are happy.

Your eyes reflect who you truly are on
The inside. They show your trials and your
Triumphs. They express freely what you would
Not on your own. Your eyes are beautiful.

I want to paint you the purples and blues
And pinks of the sunset. I want to show
You the colors of the fireworks that
Explode behind my eyes when they close and
Your image is burned into my iris.

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