Blue Eyes
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
...
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
...