Your eyes are like molten chocolate,
Whatever expression they carry they're always great.
Nature made the moon, it also made your eyes,
As pure and clean as a newborn child.
When you're excited, your eyes twinkle,
Looking at your eyes I remember the stars' twinkle.
When you're sad your eyes are teary,
I'll chase away your sadness O my dearie.
When you ignore me your eyes are most cruel,
They make me go through hell's hell.
When you're happy your eyes are chocolate cake,
I just wanna eat it, sleep, never to wake.
Your eyes are fire when you're angry,
But I swear, they are really pretty.
When I lock your eyes in a gaze,
You pull away as swift as a blade.
The best part is then, when you get embarrassed,
Your eyes look like roses pressed:
Between the pages of a thriller.
The look your eyes give are killer.
I really think your eyes,
Should be known as the worlds' eighth wonder in a trice.
For me, they're as pretty as shining pearls,
The most beautiful thing in the whole wide world.
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