His Eyes

He stared at me,
As I stared at him,
Me in a small blue tee,
Him with a nice hair trim

His nose was a bit red,
Yet still small and cute,
His lips tainted dark,
Making me go mute

Eyebrows still dark and bushy,
Like a small bush,
Yet so forlorn and mysterious,
Making my heart start to push

But what made me stop and stare,
Weren't his lips nor his hair,
It was his eyes,
Always twinkling never seeming to stop,

No matter how hard my heart tries,
Or likes to pretend,
I'll never get to be with him,
Because I'll always get a sad "The End."