In the stillness of the midnight hour,
Blue eyes gleam with a tender power.
They whisper secrets of distant dreams,
Softly flowing like gentle streams.

Beneath the moon’s ethereal light,
Those eyes hold mysteries of the night.
With every glance, a story unfolds,
Of ancient tales and truths untold.

Pools of azure, deep and wide,
Reflect the soul’s unending tide.
In their depths, one finds solace,
A sanctuary, a tranquil solace.

Gazing into those eyes so blue,
The world feels vivid, pure, and true.
They capture hearts, they mesmerize,
The magic of the blue eyes never dies.