It was April when you came <br />The first time to me, <br />And my first look in your eyes <br />Was like my first look at the sea. <br /> <br />We have been together <br />Four Aprils now <br />Watching for the green <br />On the swaying willow bough; <br /> <br />Yet whenever I turn <br />To your gray eyes over me, <br />It is as though I looked <br />For the first time at the sea.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gray-eyes/
