You describe your eyes as hazel
but they are so much more
Your eyes are not merely a colour;
a shade ; a hue

Your eyes are the reflection
of a sunset upon the ocean
Your eyes are my favourite flower
blossoming a season too soon

Your eyes are the final firework
of a beautiful display
Your eyes are the reoccurring dream
that I will just never forget

Your eyes are the door to your soul
and the window to my hope
Your eyes are so much more
than hazel

k.w