Blue Eyes

I never considered the possibility of blue,
never knew the feeling it could make me feel.
As a rain soaked wanderer I found you,
not as a magical angel but something real.

Among the thousand falling drops you slept,
your face turned down to shelter from the rain.
To wake you would be sin, so slowly I crept,
Thinking it better to just watchfully remain.

Stunned by the beauty of your skin tight dress,
I traced the outlines like highways to your cheek.
So softly did your long curls fall about in a mess,
leaving me to stare fascinated, frictioned and weak.

Then at once you awoke and I saw your fear.
I was inadequately chivalrous, equally as frail,
and the rain poured out till we couldnt hear,
So I brought you close to my heart beat braille.