I Don't Know the Color of His Eyes
Getting back into poetry
I Don't Know The Color of His Eyes
I have seen them more that most
Yet their color escapes me.
I am quite fond of their host
But their shade I never see.
Every time I take a look
I get lost in their luster.
My body and spirit shook
My mind all a fluster.
Within them, I can see it all
Laughter, love and life.
In there I shall never fall
Never know any strife.
I would give him a simple task
To show me them now and then.
Yet every time I would ask,
I would be lost in them again.