Pebble In the Sea

Her jacket softly brushed against itself, Painted a soft dull green, Her hair hid under her knitted woven hat, Showing the lower lobe of her ears, Where her earrings matched her bright white smile, A joyous occusion, To see her smile, Her eyes peeked through the clear lens of her thick black glasses, I can't help but think, Anything else would be an understatement, Would I think the same thing, Through someone else's eyes, Such music, The way her voice vocalized, The indentions left in her cheeks, Her skin wore a radiant brown, Beautiful in color, Her blush shown red as her cheeks could go no higher, Her smile stretched comfortably across her face, Leaving more to the imagination, If I gave my eyes to someone else, Would they see the same as I saw, No longer blind as I felt I could be myself, No longer a pebble in the sea of her eye