Her Eyes.

Her eyes were storm,
and when her lips parted, the waves rushed to meet the shore,
as if trying to hold on to the very ground for their dear life.

Her hair were like leaves of a willow, sweeping the air for drops of dew that shone like stars.

Her smile called out to the butterflies in my stomach and took me a hundred feet off the ground.

But her eyes.....her eyes were storm like a million glow worms caught in the last light of dawn.