What is it that enthralls me so
When I look into those eyes?
What is it about those lovely dark pools
That takes me by surprise?
His age doesn't matter, his looks don't matter,
To his spirit they aren't tied.
All I can think about
Is him when I see those eyes.
They're timeless, wise, knowing,
Ancient, brand new, and sly.
I just can't escape from him
When I look into his eyes.
Sure, you can say he's strong or smart (which he is),
You can say he travels the sky
(Which he does), but all those things mean nothing
All that matters are his eyes.
Brown, blue, green,
The color doesn't matter, either- I
Think it's the soul in them
That makes me love those eyes.
All in all, I think I love
This brand new, ancient man. Why,
You ask? Well, the answer's there,
Just look into his eyes.
A/N: This can apply to anybody, actually, but I'm thinking about two men in particular here, one's an alien and the other's a ghost. Well, not a real ghost, but still...