Sunday afternoon into evening
When I gaze into
meld into
those eyes of yours
Those eyes that
were so hungry
and
haunted so long ago
I
now see hazel
that melts into
the
greenest green
My blue
flows into you
and
we crest
the wave for hours
May 1, 2006
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2 comments:
Whoahh!
Now I wish Randy was still home!
That's a supreme compliment. Thanks Heather!
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