It's a Requirement
I find it impossible
To tell the world you love somebody
Until you truly know
The color of their eyes
And I don't mean
The generic
Birth certificate answer
Her eyes are not blue
They are the sky above you
On a clear day
And they are storm clouds
When raindrops spill over her lids
And they are the ocean
The part where tiny treasures hide in the sand
So when she asks you her eye color
Never just leave it at "blue".