What I still and will continue to love about your eyes are...
the multitudes of hues and moods embedded within Gripping abundant roots of attractive backwoods and memorable fruits beside a glass of sweating beer that is on its way to finding room temperature To name a short plethora of goods
Not to mention but rhyming about Emotions that ensue from a few all inclusive spring rays shining into branches of oak and cedar needles painting shadowy sharps on the greening blades cast out under and around them
Summery flares shot between the solar sparking luminescence
Shutters of blue steam breathing when winter is looming and when it has come
I don’t even need to mention fall since I would wager Mother Nature stole every grade and color from your visionary pair of awareness Like a psychedelic alchemist enhancing each wordless life form into artistry From her droppers of autumn in associated definition anyone sees when thinking of the 3rd quarter From trickling infrequency of leaves falling spread out on course with all end-of-the-line runnings of any pillow top creek sweeping across the horizon tiring out in a dry bed of mossy river rock These are what I still and will continue to love about your eyes
and the day will come when someone will ask requesting me not to write about them again Opens the arsenal for the most tragically moving poetic scribblings leaving their ring in the dust with her silent questioning “What in the ****?” and The meaninglessness of their dollars spent