Color of her eyes

A poem i wrote for a contest a while ago

I can never tell what colour your eyes are,
I just cant stop looking in them;
I look at the closest star, and wonder if you can see it from where you are
I would give you a million flowers, but I stab myself with the pricks on the stem

I am nowhere close to perfect
That isn't hard to see;
but my love is nowhere close to imperfect,
you're perfect to me.

I always guess at what you're thinking
I never guess right;
I just blush and end up winking
fighting with you, until I end up holding you tight.

I know this is love, it can't be anything less
Every-time I see you, I feel like I have been blessed.