A Few Pages from my Brain

The Windows to Your Soul

Your eyes were first golden brown

     with every coffee strand in place

     and a shining smile that's not easy to erase

Then your eyes were hazel green

     blonde tips acting as a frame

     smiling with dimples that always seemed to claim

Then your irises changed to chocolate

     with locks colored the same

     and lips that rivaled a dying flame

Then blue gray pools shone brightly out

     blonde locks of sand tumbing down

     mixed with freckles scattered about

Then your eyes became two leaves

     with long strands of sunbeams

     and you grew taller and taller while staying lean

Then your irises reverted back to golden brown

     short coffee locks returned

     baring instead a mind that had yet to be concerned

Then your gold became mundane

     with an even darker picture frame

     and an identity that put all the others to shame

The windows to your soul will change again

     of that I can guarentee

     but of when and where, I definitely have no certainty

A/N: Anyone wanna guess what this is about? If you thought it was obvious, write that please(: