Tear drops are ink drops,
Bleeding from pictures.
You look at me,
With sunsets in your eyes.
I can't tell what that means,
But I could lose myself
In the pinks and oranges.
Expert eyes mix colours,
Shades beyond my dreams.
Blinking, then there's winter,
Cold and yet so beautiful.
Once more and now the stars,
Shining bright in the sky above.
I could give you just one word,
A gift from me to the ocean,
To the stars and to the sun,
To the endless array of colours,
The pictures in your eyes.
One word from the writer,
To the artist's eyes in blue,
That word that circles my head
Everytime I think of you:
My masterpiece.