Mixtures of green, brown, and blue,
Different in the morning and afternoon.
Look into my steady, aqua eyes.
Don't dart away; show me your mind.

Give me what you're feeling.
My brain is spinning and reeling.
As soon as I register your color,
It switches madly to another.

Keep those wild eyes open,
So I can see the aura you've chosen.
I’d rather you scream at me,
Than keep me here wondering.