My Eyes Adore You
I see luscious lips that speak a rough tone,
A faded, clean-cut of a serviceman,
Beautiful eyes that’ll turn you to stone,
A rugged body with a golden tan.
5 Stamina and strength of resilient men.
A handsome, cocky smile from ear to ear.
And a hint of his Armani cologne’s scent.
His type would chill with the boys and drink beer.
Others see a man far from an angel,
10 But I see eyes of bottomless scope.
A man who invites trouble and danger,
In my head, he’s the one who gives “us” hope.
But they don’t see his loving, loyal heart
Yet. I thank God for you, a fine work of art.