EMERALD EYES
Your eyes hold the hand of fire
Which draws me into the flame
Spirited flickers with passion intent
Glory when you whisper my name
Emerald eyes that shine and gleam
You are a lighted beacon, I am a moth
Clamouring wildly to reach your side
The eve is covered by a veiled cloth
Deep in the bejewelled, blackest night
Where diamonds are studded in place
Crystal clasps against my eager heart
My fingers gently smooth your face
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