the deepest of green lies below his forehead
waves of emerald and evergreen laced around his pupil
they are the kind of eyes that tell you it will be all right
enchanting,
mesmerizing.
the kind of beauty you want to be the last thing you see each night and the first each morning
he holds the kind of eyes that posses the power to change your mind
assuring,
promising.
somewhere between the specks of argyle and the streaks of julep
his eyes tell you to stay
compassionate,
soothing.