Hazel Eyes
Many praises and beauty in side the eyes.
With cleverness and no big deal is when you notice her lies.
Her eyes turn a little bit darker and full of mischief.
When cornered she can twist and play you like a thief.
Smiles and her giggles take you to a dream world.
It automatically sends you down to the ground curled.
Her eyes turn green as a storm to come.
When she erupts you feel so dumb.
Then the colors go back to hazel eyes quickly to change side.
When she feels happy her eyes turn bluish like the water and tide.
I sort of sit their and try to understand.
How one person can sort her feelings that bands.
I was curious one day and took a chance.
I looked into her eyes those hazel eyes for the longest glance.
I kissed her with romance with no awareness.
She did the same and I did not feel any careless.
Her feelings were conceptual that there was a rule.
She and I were trying to figure out if we should be together.
Her promises and gentle word assures me that we are better.
Her wondrous eyes that keep guide me through her mystery.
She touches my hand and feels the amount of history.
Hazel eyes of my life full of surprise gained me happiness for that moment in time.
The ways of passion, romance, love, and most of all trust is no longer a crime.
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