Poetry On Odyssey: Lost In The Colors
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Poetry On Odyssey: Lost In The Colors

"He had beautiful eyes, the kind you get lost in. And I guess I did."

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Poetry On Odyssey: Lost In The Colors
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Blue-green eyes that shimmer in the sunlight,

Catch me off guard staring at the colors,

Lost in them for a moment,

Drifting in their current,

Brought back to reality when you call my name,

So sweet it rings off your cherry lips.

Chasing the sunset through the open fields,

Your smile so enticing and bright,

Tackling me in the flowers,

I melt in your arms as the day meets the night,

Laying still in the warmth of your body next to mine,

I look up at you to find something new,

I get lost in those eyes again,

As the moonlight dances in them,

Revealing stories untold.

You look right back at me,

And wonder what I might be thinking.

You pull me closer and stare right back into my eyes,

Lost in the emerald waves of green and touches of gold lit by the moon,

Looking into them as if you could see all my past lives.

The answers you sought become clear,

You nuzzled my face and told me what you saw in my eyes,

How every word painted itself in them,

It would have been overwhelming for any ordinary fool to take,

But you stayed and asked more questions,

It is a love one cannot fake.

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