You are
what is called beauty;

When the clouds shower you
with its numbers of teardrops;

When the sky colors you
with rainbows and sunsets;

Your frown is that of
a bridge I love to walk on;

Sometimes a smile so wide
like the path crossing the Pacific Ocean;

You
with blue eyes;

Darker and darker
as the depth goes deeper;

Brighter and brighter
as the height goes higher;

A submarine would go beneath
to discover hidden on the ocean floor;

A plane would go above
to watch clouds tainted with lavender;

You are
beauty;

You
with blue eyes,

I forever love.