Yes, their eyes are blue.
Yes, every love song, every story is about them.
Every poem compares them to the ocean.
But you, you have eyes of amber and onyx.
Your eyes are the gold people try to pull from the ground.
Their eyes may hold the depth of the sea but your eyes, they hold the magnitude of a black hole.
Your eyes carry a weight too heavy for even the ocean to sweep away into it's abyss.
Your eyes are anything but ordinary.
Your eyes are copper against honey.
In the Sun, they're no longer brown, they melt into golden rays.
They become a pool of molten gold.
They become a sunset of their own.