Both Eyes Were Blue

Both Eyes Were Blue Both eyes were blue and stood so sweet Perfect woman would ever want to meet When we danced, did call her my doll And knocked me dizzy off of the wall. Met my love in merry month of May On beach while ocean seemed to spray Softly on sandals we wore upon our feet Beautiful hair was red just like a beet. Prettiest smile that I ever had seen Each time betwixt and also between She ended up knocking me over While we kissed there on soft clover. After we were married for many years From my eyes often fell a few tears Thanked God to heaven she had gone Moving memories of her still think upon. James Serious Mysterious Horn Retired Veteran In reference to Bateman's Poem of the week