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Dec 2014
I stare in her direction.
I look at her eyes.
Big and beautiful in lights reflection.

Emerald green and she glances
My eyes meet hers,
And for that moment my heart dances.

She averts her emeralds
And I am left in awe
Lips like pillows of rosy gold.

Does she realise?
What she does to me
With those emerald eyes.
David Doran
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David Doran  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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