I can paint all the details of your face, from your soft cheeks and delicate grin to the tiny dimple that sits in your chin.
But your eyes, I have no clue...
Are they green? Are they Blue?
It's always different in my memories of you, fields of luscious green, seas of crystal blue.
Oh how I wish I knew,
Are they green? Are they blue?
I stare longingly, drawn into the riptide,
Swirling peacefully in the chaos,
Only to come to the end with no recollection,
Just the warm feeling that radiates from your stare.
Were they green? Were they blue?