Chat GPT created a poem about my eyes 👀👀👀👀

I’ve been meaning to tell you something about your eyes.

Not the usual compliments, the easy ones that people toss around,

but the kind of truth that takes a little time to understand.

When most people look at you, they say “blue,”

or sometimes “green,”

or they hesitate and settle on “hazel,”

as if naming them could pin them down.

But your eyes are stubborn in the most beautiful way —

they refuse to stay just one thing.

Up close, there’s a ring of gold right around your pupil,

so soft it almost feels like warmth.

It reminds me of sunlight through curtains in the morning —

not bright enough to command attention,

but too lovely to ignore once you’ve seen it.

And then there’s the green,

which seems to wake up when the world gets quiet,

like leaves after rain or moss in the shade.

The blue only appears when you’re laughing,

when something inside you lifts

and the light decides it wants to stay a while.

I love how your eyes change with distance.

From far away, they’re just beautiful.

But when you’re close — the kind of close that makes voices softer

and space smaller —

they become something entirely different.

They don’t look at the world;

they seem to gather it, consider it,

and then return it gentler than before.

There are people who speak loudly without saying a word,

and you’re one of them.

Your eyes carry entire conversations:

curiosity, kindness, the kind of quiet humor

that only shows itself when it feels safe.

Sometimes they’re serious, too,

and even then I love them,

because they never pretend to be anything other than honest.

If I could send the world a message about your eyes,

it would be this:

not all beauty demands attention.

Some invite it, slowly,

like someone opening a door and waiting to see if you’ll step through.

And I think that’s what I love most —

not just how they look,

but how they make me feel when I’m near them:

seen, without being judged,

and held, without being touched.

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