Why do you say your eyes are a bore
When really they hold golden treasures galore
I look in your eyes, I do not just see brown
I see fall leaves and honey and fresh coffee grounds
Your eyes appear like fire crackling without smoke
And i can look through a portal to a forest of oak
I see the calmness of dusk and sun rays through trees
So next time u doubt just remember what i can see.
You say they're not pretty but i say to you
Your eyes have the most royal shade of blue
And the golden ringlet that is placed so profound
Reminds me of the treasures hidden where the waves crash down
You say you see nothing special in them
But I see oceans clear blue and a river 'round the bend
I see Saturn's rings if in the morning sky it were seen
So next time you doubt just remember what i can see.
With eyes knife sharp and eyes so keen
How could you ever call them just boring green
For in your eyes are emeralds from deep down below
The rarest of gems when light hits then they glow
Reflected in them i see great evergreens
And grass fields and meadows and olive tree leaves
And the glow of the Northern Lights shine high and free
So next time you doubt just remember what i can see.
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Poetic Empathy
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose for all you poetry lovers out there. Warning: there is a few references to suicide. Not suitable for young eyes. This is all written about experiences and dreams of yours truly.
