Green Eyes


Misty morning on a dew dropped day;
Wild, windswept grasses of a sunlit way;
Thick, thorny stems of red roses in May;
In bed with you is where I'd like to stay.

Lovely, long lashes touch my outstretched finger tips;
Affable words exhale with swirling joint wisps;
Each lid is sealed by the caress of my lips;
Two green gateways soak my image in with compassionate sips.

Melodic might accompanied by a malachite stare;
Their organic gentility contrast my red hair;
Pacifying pastures portray the intensity of your care;
To be bereaved of your fair glare is a thought I won’t bear. 


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