The Eye of the Beholder

I once glanced into brown eyes, where there were many things to hide. I moved on to green eyes, which withheld nothing but lies. Was encaptured by blue eyes, yet they left me out to dry, like my skin in the sun after I reside in the ocean. I then became fond of hazel eyes, with a sparkle of all the colors. I then saw my home, to where I will love & will die. For I have found life within those hazel eyes.