The lady's eyes are colored blue,
And green, and gray, to form a hue
the likes of which I've never seen,
Surrounded by the whites which gleam
behind her lenses, in their frames,
Eyes like that have been the claims
of many a woman who would walk by,
And flow the tears of those like I,
Who, looking into beauty's pools,
Feel like morons, feel like fools,
For I desp'rately wish to see,
What those eyes observe of me,
When she looks upon my face,
Does her heart begin to race?
Much like mine when I see her?
The lady's eyes are colored blue,
And green, and gray, to form a hue
upon which I could write for years,
Staining papers with my tears,
A volume, lady, to each eye,
Don't let them dull as time goes by,
A volume, then, to search your soul,
When I've found something to suit my goal,
I'll take a slow stroll through your mind,
Still searching, searching, 'til I find,
The formula for eyes like thine,
And read it, learn it, using mine,
To do the thing I want to do,
To find another girl like you,
And spend my time with her.
A Poem For Your EyesA Poem by B L BushongThis is one of my favorite poems that I wrote. I wrote it for a girl that I really, really like. I mean, really like. And I wrote down what I thought when I looked into her eyes. Her eyes are really blue-green-gray-ish and they're very lovely, I suppose.
© 2008 B L BushongReviews
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1 Review Added on June 10, 2008 AuthorB L BushongParagould, ARAboutI'm 18 years old, I've been writing since I was about twelve, my favorite authors include Shakespeare, Oscar Wilde, and George R. R. Martin, among others. more..Writing
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