His eyes are a different shade of blue
In his charming eyes I see our future
I had no clue he was not being true
Quick conclusions I drew, there were a few
I was afraid of his near departure
His eyes are a different shade of blue
I stood there alone, waiting, the wind blew
Keenly I looked at the architecture
I had no clue he was not being true
As he spoke with that voice, suspensions grew
Had our love died or been killed premature
His eyes are a different shade of blue
I see his face lying face, hate the view
Then awake, realized our love is pure
I had no clue he was not being true
We grew and decided to say I DO
Now when he speaks I listen with rapture
His eyes are a different shade of blue
I had no clue he was not being true
A Writing Escape 