Your eyes have something borrowed
And they are something new
Beneath the something old
They’re hiding something blue
The beauty of the bold
The wicked things you do
Expressed behind the prism
All stored inside of you
Light will always flow
And bend us both into
The shape that we become
When One is made from Two
Your eyes have something borrowed
The thing that you can see
Everything in me
Reflected back to you
Politically Romantic 