This is a short poem by Sorrel.

Your eyesEdit

I saw you there in the night,

When there was rain and barely any light,

But in the dark of that storm,

I saw your blue eyes,

Like two pieces of moonstone,

Cerulean blue and bright,

The wind has just blown,

Your hair whips across your heart-shaped face,

But they shine beneath,

Almost out of place,

But the eyes make you -

Forever in your heart and soul true.