Like the Sun, Like the Sky

Eyes as blue as the cloudless sky, Hair as dark as a starless night, Jaw as sharp as a shining blade, And face as smooth as the wet sand on the beach With a voice as warm as the sun On a hot summer's day All of these aspects of Mr-Blue-Eyed-Monster Are great, But those are nothing more than his outer image Have you ever seen the boyish grin That formed when he was happy? Or the way his eyes would sparkle When he spoke of something he loved? How about the way he stutters when he's nervous And blushes when he's said something dumb Or just plain shy? You've never cared for his insecurities You only pointed them out. You've never seen him tremble at the sound of thunder, Or cry when Dobby died. You've never seen him bite his lip When he's afraid he's upset you Or how he fiddled with his hands when he asked you out You've never heard him fumble over words Or trip more times than you could count Because he's simply too nervous for the first date You've never seen how his eyes shine Under the fireworks at midnight On New Year's Day You wouldn't know that he asks for permission Every time he wants a kiss Or how he carries mistletoe Every single Christmas So that he won't need to ask for a kiss that day. How he wears mismatched socks Because he always loses the other one to a pair Or how he promises to never lose you the way he loses them -Because he's too damn cheesy. You've never heard him complain about The expectations he has to reach or How he's worried for his marks You've never seen how He messes up he's hair And mutters incoherently In foreign languages, Worried that he'll disappoint everyone Yet again You've never heard how he laughs At his own little jokes And calls them brilliant Even though they're lame All you've cared about was Hot-Blue-Eyed-Boy And whether he's good in bed You haven't considered that he's keeping that For his special someone Because all you see Is another good looking boy So you automatically think that he must be like other boys. Well, he's not. You haven't considered that There's more to him than His voice like the sun, And eyes like the sky He's not just another boy. No two people are the same - Or so the Blue-Eyed-Monster has taught me.