The Prisms Of Colors Of Your Eyes Poem by krissi b'williams

Staring into your face
at 1st glance
i am sruck with awe, and am taken a back
at your eyes beauty n grace
the prisms of colors, beheld in your eyes...
are the windows into your soul
a 2-way mirror for which they can never lie
streaks of brown, yellow, green n gold
a spectacular for the 1 who; s staring to behold

a connection of my eyes...too
your, i cannot let go
as i mentioned b4, i am sruck with awe....and
am taken back of the beauty of this man
the streaks of colors, begin to play
along with the change...of your mood...you eyes speak louder then what your mouth has to say....

still streaked with a slight brown, a dim yellow
such a handsome fellow
eyes, with lines
that so outwardly shine
streaks of green, prisms of gold
im in a trance, locked in theyre hold
into the windows of your soul....
not wanting to look away, not wanting to let go
til the ending of time, to 4ever be staring into your eyes
and let that trance in which beholds...............me
never set free
til we 4ever grow old