Gaze

liquid gold and emeralds burning in the starlight;

my soul shudders at their touch. 

Whispers fogged in the chilled night, 

and your brilliance bares too much. 

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[Caradoc]

This is probably because I was just doing some research into Heterochromia Iridum, but this poem paints an interesting picture about someone with eyes of gold and emerald green.

In this tale, there are two people, and one is the bearer of these gold and green eyes that are fierce and piercing. With these eyes, the person is able to see into the soul of the other. They've shared many life experiences together and the one finds the other brilliant, but feels that they know them too well, that their "brilliance bares too much".

Very cool that I got that just from four lines.

You still got it, Dew. It's good to see you posting again. I hope to see more of you. I miss my friend.

-Cara