I was asked what I would write about Green eyes, so as a follow up to the Brown Eyes poem, I give you this:
I saw within her emerald eyes,
the softness of the Irish hills.
A beauty not found in eyes like mine,
she had the strength of a thousand wills.
Had she not seen me watching her,
I could have lost myself there in her eyes.
But I turned my head so not to stare,
and tried to cover sighs.
It's wrong to want what you don't have,
yet I wanted so much to be in her place.
Wanted so much to possess those emerald eyes,
that were there upon her face.