The color of your eyes is the sound of silence at dawn, The murmur of the wind t

The color of your eyes is the sound of silence at dawn, The murmur of the wind that dances among the silver leaves. The taste of morning, when the dew is cooling, The touch of soft mists that hide the whole world. Your gaze is a melody that the heart knows, A wave of turquoise in the ocean of our days. A glimmer of gold in the winter darkness of sleep, The blue of steel that cools the soul's heat.