Perfect

Creamy and white
Like the whipped cream clouds
Topping a lazy Sunday sky
When no rain is coming
And it's a beautiful day
Your skin
The parts not kissed by the sun
Is one of the happiest
Softest
Things in the world
The copper is just as soft
And just as pretty
And it brings out your eyes
Though in a different way
A different green
Still beautiful and lush
But I love your eyes
When they're happy
And I can see
Your soft white skin

Even closed
Your eyes are beautiful
Even 300 miles away
You're absolutely perfect