I could drown in those eyes.
They're like majesty,
Though not as royal.
More of a turquoise,
If I'm the one to decide.
But combined with that shade of hair,
That he had in that exact moment,
Makes it an absolute royal.

I looked at him,
And caught him staring at me.
He didn't turn back.
He's not timid like that.
He just kept on and stared at me,
As though it was the most natural thing in the world,
Until eventually I turned away.

Not because I'd wanted to,
Mind you,
But merely because I had thought
That the lock of eyes was becoming too intense
And that if I hadn't turned away
I'd have done something
That he'd have regretted.