For Him

I usually hate blue eyes - sharp and cold. Why I fell into yours, couldn’t be told. This web we are now both in, Shouldn’t, but it does, feel like a sin. I desire nothing more than your hand to hold. The history will last like gold, And memories will forever be told. Meeting you was my biggest win. I usually hate blue eyes. I will remember your touch until I get old; My love for you will never be sold. Now I have to store my feelings in a bin, Or maybe wash them down with some gin. Falling in love with you felt so bold, I usually hate blue eyes.