Green eyes
Brown hair
It’s your smile
That makes me
Care

Or not even
When you’re here
It’s every season
I’m hot cold and
Always perfect with
Your kisses wherever
They land

Onto me I hope
But I can’t tell
A hit from a
Miss my eyes are
Too busy licking your
Figure over and over

Maybe I looked
Too much
Maybe I didn’t
Say enough
Either way you
Are gone

And its tough