Blue Eyes III

It's not just the knowing you won't take me to bed
That keeps all those country songs loud in my head.
The thing that I hate most isn't really the guys;
It's the nothing I see in the blue of your eyes.
I thought I saw something else. I guess I was wrong.
I can fool myself once. I give up before long.
Still, I know what kind of man I would be
(None at all) if ran from you, or lacked loyalty.
I want to be steady, true blue like your eyes, not the weather.
We could still have good, if platonic, times together.