The clear, clean day after it rains. That's the color of your eyes. So clean and clear that I'm not afraid to jump right in and feel safe. So fresh that I feel a slight breeze when you turn them on me.
How do you fit all that in your eyes? Some people only have room for the dark clouds that fog their vision. But yours...now you've found a way to let the dark clouds blow away, and somehow you've held on to the new, brisk day.
And when you look at me, I see light breaking through my own clouds. The rain turns from icy to bearable, and soon I find myself welcoming each drop as they gently warm my skin. And then the rain stops, and I can finally see, farther than I've ever been able to.
I live in the clear, clean day now. The color of your eyes. My new favorite color.
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