On my wine glass <br /> <br />there is an eye the <br /> <br />color of green, <br /> <br />like the oceans <br /> <br />where the mermaids <br /> <br />dream. <br /> <br />I almost broke <br /> <br />this wine glass <br /> <br />with my bike, <br /> <br />making the <br /> <br />hairs on my <br /> <br />arms begin <br /> <br />to spike. <br /> <br />The bar handle of the <br /> <br />bike did miss, <br /> <br />the Green Eyed Lady <br /> <br />without a glitch. <br /> <br />Shelly, who, <br /> <br />painted the <br /> <br />Green Eyed Lady <br /> <br />did confess <br /> <br />She blessed <br /> <br />this wine glass <br /> <br />like all the rest. <br /> <br />Now I know <br /> <br />Why, <br /> <br />Green Eyed Lady <br /> <br />is still by my side <br /> <br />whenever I want <br /> <br />to drink my red wine. <br /> <br />Written by Christina Sunrise on April 4,2011<br /><br />Christina Sunrise<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/green-eyed-lady/
