To speak honestly, I have never seen a deeper shade of green than your eyes hold
They take a hold of me with that ever present green as their simple poetries unfold
But you would say I lie and then try to deny whatever it is I do see
So I will say so true the truth I find in you and the eyes the constantly stare at me

Dearest girl I must say this world pales to grey when I think every day of your eyes
The wonder of it all as your eyes quietly call and my heart leaps and falls each time
And I hope you'll understand the words of a brown eyed man as he tries to understand just why
You yourself do not see the jaded waves of green that I forever see in your eyes

Some would protest that they have seen areas in lands where grass is green, but in comparing them to your hue and shine
A gift that God gave from himself and meant simply for no one else to show how true green should be defined
And here I stand with eyes on you looking humbly at your hue with eyes of brown that pale in memory
Trying to show you the loveliness that it seems you cannot confess that is in the simpleness of your green