This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Chapel Hill chapter.
You complain they’re plain, calling mine light and flames.
Your eyes though make mine dim because of their vain design.
I look at yours and I see a forest so deep and selfless,
While mine are just for the beholder.
I see myself reflected in your eyes as you tell me you love me.
To only have me on your mind rings true in your eyes,
and I feel self-absorbed for loving those eyes.
I always want your eyes on me
To see me forever in your arms
Where I should be.