Pretty Eyes Poem by Kirsten H...

He thinks my eyes
Are pretty;
I can't hide my
Tiny smile.
He always walks
Beside me
And slips his hand
Into mine.
'Wow',
I think,
'I really like this guy.'
He is warm
And smells good,
And he has really cute
Brown hair,
And I love it when
He leans down into me,
And whispers a secret
For only us to share.

Now he tells me that
My eyes are mesmerizing;
But personaly,
It's his eyes
That I find
Arresting...

*I wrote this when I was in highschool, I recently found it in an old shcool notebook of mine.