Forget-Me-Not Eyes

His eyes, those sapphire forget-me-nots,

blue like my pen’s bleeding heart, I ought

to drown myself in his floral smile

that curls his tulips in classic style

His cheeks a soft rose, fit for a snapshot.

He sprouts hope, blossoming in my thoughts.

I’m in love with this lily of the nile

and his forget-me-not eyes

His soul down to earth, with roots that cannot

be pulled up or contained by a clay pot.

A heart of marigold and mind fertile,

full of wisdom to grow the extra mile.

I love his heart, mind, his smile and whatnot

and his forget-me-not eyes.