Beautiful blue
Light like the sky
There’s nothing like
His basset hound eyes

He looks so tired
His blue eyes droop
But still they are
Bold and true

They tell a story
One he can’t alter
The truth’s revealed
They never falter

He says one thing
But his eyes never lie
I just can’t get over
Those basset hound eyes

His camouflage says
That he is a hunter
While the mud just screams
“Hey! I’m country!”

But his beautiful eyes
Bare everything
At least to me
Of course this goes both ways

He reads me like a book
The same way I do him
But we can’t begin
To get close to understand

His eyes are the truth
But the rest is a mystery
Three little words
Will start that journey

But for now I sit
Wearing a smile
For amazing days
To be seen with his eyes.