Mariana

Her eyes are blue,

Yours are brown,

Hers represents the ocean,

Yours represents the ground.

You've always hated your eyes,

And wished they were blue,

But your eyes have a tint of gold,

So rare it must not be true.

So yes her eyes are blue,

And yes your eyes are brown,

But your eyes hold the riches,

That are buried in the ground.

Her eyes carry storms,

And rage like the sea,

Your eyes carry earthquakes,

That bring mountains to their knees.

Maybe her eyes are blue,

But your eyes reign queen,

Because they hold the purest riches,

The world has ever seen.

                                                                                                        - Nadia