There she sits <br />the blue eyed girl <br />Little does she know <br />that she is my world <br />Her beauty consists <br />of mulitple dimensions <br />Each mirroring that she's <br />God's greatest invention <br />When she looks at me <br />her eyes pierce my heart <br />As my mouth starts to utter <br />words that fall apart <br />The feeling she drives <br />into my soul <br />Makes my mind <br />lose control <br />She is by far <br />the definition of perfect <br />Even the sound of her name <br />makes my feelings surface <br />Oh to be one <br />with God's finest creation <br />would cease this frustration <br />and would ultimately <br />bring my salvation <br />So as I continue to stare <br />deep in her blue eyes <br />I slowly and painfully <br />put on my disguise <br />Why does it have to be this way <br />where I can't show who I am <br />All these colorful feelings <br />that are growing from my stem <br />I guess if I take a step <br />and face my fears <br />I can possibly move <br />to a brand new fontier.<br /><br />Trevor Schulte<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blue-eyed-girl/
