Blues eyes glistening until the end of time.
Never to see these pair would be a crime.
Some say the eyes are the window of our soul.
They speak beyond, though some circle and roll.
These blue eyes show warmth and beauty indeed.
They require love and happiness without greed.
Aquamarine is so light and pleasant to see.
These blue eyes are deeper then Heavens sea.
Their quest is so eager, seeking all they may need.
The beauty is immeasurable beyond anyone’s creed.
Now that I have been shown this glorious site,
I know that an angel has blessed my blinded sight.
Windows to the soul, indeed, Cecil. Could be any colour, though, not just blue. An enjoyable read... Love, Fran xx
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My favourite colour (Blue) . I thoroughly enjoyed reading this poem. Thankyou---Melvina---