Your Eyes....

What colour are your eyes?
What world will they see?
Will they be brown like him?
or greeny/blue like me?
So much is revealed by the eyes,
the vortex to the soul.
I hope your happy baby,
though your yet an hour old.
I cant wait to see your eyes my babe,
to see myself in you.
I love you though I'm yet to see,
if your pink or your blue.
My eyes must tell a story,
of hope and love for which I'd die.
I can't wait to meet you angel,
the apple of my eye.