The first thing I had noticed about her..
Her sun-kissed hazel eyes
Her eyes had shown her beauty inside and out
Her eyes had also hid her pain
They hid how lost she was
They hid how broken she was
They never made her any less beautiful
It never lessened the love I had for her
It was true love to my russet brown eyes
It was something I never want to stop loving
YOU ARE READING
A Heart's Illusion
PoesíaThis is not really a novel, it is only a book for my poems. I shall come up with a better description later-
