Underneath the hazel eyes
An aurora of shimmering colors
Shining, flashing, radiating
Out of a perfect world that is her own
Out of the reach of the unknown
Out of the reach of me
Clawing, stretching, grab and release
As the love is not meant for me.
The eyes stare back at me, out of my grasp
I see hazel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love this! i wish i new a guy who could describe my eyes like this. but all they say is 'there like blue and green...whats that color...oh yeah hazel'