Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

January 14, 2011

His Eyes

by Anonymous

His eyes met mine the first day of school.
I felt the warmth in my heart,
I didn't even know his first name.
But the blue and yellow in his eyes
made me think of the ocean as the sun meets it.
His eyes met mine and that's when I fell for him.
His eyes.

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