by Unknown
May 2010 347 Views 0 comments
Green Eyes Blue
I think of love and pastures new
My wasted life or victories won?
I live for love yet out of reach
I often think, is she the one?
Love takes many guises and some unreal
A love contained in only words
I think of love and tender touch
We speak but only in sounds unheard
I think of many loves and broken hearts
I think of things yet to be
And when I stop and think of you
I yearn to see your green eyes blue
My wasted life or victories won?
I live for love yet out of reach
I often think, is she the one?
Love takes many guises and some unreal
A love contained in only words
I think of love and tender touch
We speak but only in sounds unheard
I think of many loves and broken hearts
I think of things yet to be
And when I stop and think of you
I yearn to see your green eyes blue
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Posted: May 2010
About this poem:
An online friend confided to me that at the moment of climax her green eyes turned a shade of blue . . . several weeks later she was telling me that no one had ever written a poem about her. This poem was the result of those two conversations.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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