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.
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