Eyes Speak

Pretty ocean blue hue, I ought to tell you, You belong to very few People who don't get your clue. The wonderful job that you do Staggers me and you too. And in my point of view, Whatever you say is true. Monsoon's dazzling blue night sky, I ought to tell you, It's raining, you're no more dry, Don't let her mascara run, I sue, Wipe off the tears, don't cry. The fact that she never knew May one day you pursue. Take notice of the time that flew While you were looking for something new. You don't sound good, but why? It's because you always deny The fact that you are shy And always wanting to fly sky high. People barely get your clue And you always tell unjustified truth. So beautifully you grew Your pretty ocean blue hue.