The Prettiest Eyes
Oh she had the prettiest eyes,
they were the deepest soft green,
looking into them I could see no lies,
even to this day they were the best I have ever seen,
I remember very well that day,
sitting together in that room,
just looking at one another no words to say,
I was too young for love to bloom,
The teacher was good she put you next to me,
a normal girl with eyes so bright,
I was chuffed to bits as one could be,
those beautiful eyes held so much light,
Each little look up and glance,
sent my little heart into heaven,
I wish I was older so we could romance,
but I was after all only seven,
It now seems from that single day,
my preference was set in steel,
how a womans eyes can have so much sway,
this is what makes me tick and how I feel.
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Posted: Apr 2014
About this poem:
How impressions in childhood set about the standards as we grow older and the preferences we have. I will never forget that little girl her eyes were like green emeralds so deep in colour and bright they just swallowed me up and she had such a quirky little smile, since that day it always makes me think first eyes and smile.
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Christin