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Icey blue eyes I see them every day in the mirror, cold and uninviting, I think to myself. I long for rich honey brown, deep mahogany, powerful, passionate, and grounding. I met you and noticed your dark brown hair, your sweet smile, I've admired you ever since, but when I looked into your eyes, I saw something I never expected to like. Icey blue eyes, not to sharp and to bright, but warm and alluring, not detached and cold like I'd always thought to myself, but kind and inviting. Your eyes haven't left my head, now I've become obsessed.