There is nothing that
makes my heart go warm
on this planet or
in this galaxy
more than knowing that
twinkle in your eyes
only happens when
you’re looking at me.
There is nothing that
makes my heart go warm
on this planet or
in this galaxy
more than knowing that
twinkle in your eyes
only happens when
you’re looking at me.
The dictionary definition
defines the term Hazel as being
a reddish-brown or greenish brown that
commonly appears as eye colors,
which I suppose is true on the surface.
But there is so much more behind those
hazel eyes that must still be captured.
Hazel is the color of the leaves
at the beginning of fall, right as
the trees begin to change, preparing
to start a new adventure over
and over again; a skill that took
practice and precision to master.
Hazel is the color of the tint
I see over everything after
staring at the sun on a too bright
day that gives the world a golden hue
adding a level of beauty to
the nature that sings around us here.
Hazel is the color I see when
I open my eyes each and every day
when I think of you and your bright smile;
the way you make everything golden
just by being present; and the way
you face each day fresh, waiting for what
new adventures lay in store for us.
Hazel is so much more than a color.
It is the essence of your soul.
I long more than anything to see your eyes
than I long for the end of grey winter skies.
At night I toss and turn; I agonize
of the thought of when the opportunity will arise
for us to be reunited under the same Ohio skies
will come again.
I can’t wait for the moment to come! A reprise!
My excitement I cannot desguise.
I look forward to gazing at you and to no surprise
feel my whole life that I’m enduring paralyze
except for the hundreds of butterflies
you stir up within me.
Looking into your captivating eyes
reminds me of the beauty of a sunrise
and the feelings that I now realize
the sharing of with you would be unwise
unless I’m seeking out my final demise;
but my how you just undo me.
What are you thinking
behind those devilish eyes?
Maybe I’ll never know really,
but that doesn’t mean that I won’t try.
Are you thinking about me?
Is that why you smile?
Or is it someone else?
Maybe you’re just hungry
and want a burger.
Heck if I know.
Did you just raise an eyebrow?
Are you waiting for me?
Are you trying to ask me
without using a single word?
or are you wondering
about something else entirely
like if you looked the door
or remembered to pay your bills.
Maybe I’ll never know.
Maybe that look will
haunt me for the rest of time.
The mind is a tricky thing
and I will never know for sure.
Looking into your eyes
Is like looking at the sun.
I can look for a few seconds
So I know what they look like,
But if I look for much longer,
I’ll end up getting hurt.