Stolen from the Ocean

Across the room
Into your eyes
You glance my way
I act surprised

Eyes so blue
Straight from the ocean
One small glance
Puts my world in slow-motion

It might be your lips
That might be it
A smile like that
And dark rooms are lit

They must have been blind
If they couldn't see
The amazing person
That sits before me

Only two weeks
Since this friendship began
When I met a girl
Whose name is Breanne

Well, I told you I would write you a poem, and this is it. it is my honor to be the first person to write a poem about you. dedicated to Breanne (if u didn't notice that i suggest taking English again)