Olive Eyes
OLIVE EYES
I like the smell of coffee
in the morning
with lace gentled sunlight
creeping
through open windows.
And I like olive eyes.
I like lakeside afternoons
surrounded by roses
and sunlit breezes,
coolwarm touches
on my heart.
And I like olive eyes.
I like evening conversations
conveyed
with bliss sparkling eyes,
words revealed
that could not be said.
And I like olive eyes.
I love glowing nightfalls
and quiet passions sensed,
absorbed
in every caring touch, and given
with hopes of more to come.
And I love olive eyes.
Copyright © Fritz Crytzer | Year Posted 2016
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