Your Eyes
Your eyes
Your eyes sparkle
There like an emerald green
They me feel happy
But then they make me cry
Your eyes used to be mine
No one else could see them
I love the way you used to look at me
But that is no more
Your eyes would make me smile
My smile would make you smile
But I haven’t been smiling any more
With out your lovely eyes
I miss your eyes
The way they glow
The thing I miss most about your eyes
Is the person they belong to
poem by Kalista Mccart
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