How did the ocean get so blue

and why is it reflected in your eyes?

Is your soul maybe drawn to it,

mass of water beneath your skin lies.

Above your eyes a field has grown

where each kind of flowers can be found.

Be it daisies, dandelions or daffodils,

together, by your wrinkles they are bound.

On your head instead of hair

fluffy fresh-kissed brown clouds float.

Somehow on every luminous night

in the moonlight they always glowed.

Oh, and your shiny bright smile

like the new-fallen snow is.

Framed by a pair of rosy lips

that are just waiting for a kiss.

What about your fingers.

how did they come to be?

Smudged ink in some places,

that may even be impossible to see.

Beneath your nails it hides,

as well as under the skin.

Its blue-ish colour changes to red;

now you can never manage to get clean.

Still, that doesn't make you ugly,

simply different and more unique.

For me, you don't need to be noble,

just real and not yet another trick.