From your long hair to your beautiful body I stare, from your light skin to your pink lips I stare. 

She walks with confidence as if to say I am here, yet so subtle as if not to be noticed. 

Her colored hair drapes down her face and moves like the ocean, but there is a light from within that cannot be hidden.

You know what it is but you dare not say, it speaks to the soul as if to say come play, yet this is not a game and she is not for sale. 

My only wish is that my pretty eyes will prevail. 

They shine like diamonds and are more precious than gold, the woman I speak of is my queen. To the world s

he is a quiet storm blowing in the breeze, but to me she is My Pretty Eyes and that’s all she will ever be.