Staring into your face <br />at 1st glance <br />i am sruck with awe, and am taken a back <br />at your eyes beauty n grace <br />the prisms of colors, beheld in your eyes... <br />are the windows into your soul <br />a 2-way mirror for which they can never lie <br />streaks of brown, yellow, green n gold <br />a spectacular for the 1 who; s staring to behold <br /> <br />a connection of my eyes...too <br />your, i cannot let go <br />as i mentioned b4, i am sruck with awe....and <br />am taken back of the beauty of this man <br />the streaks of colors, begin to play <br />along with the change...of your mood...you eyes speak louder then what your mouth has to say.... <br /> <br />still streaked with a slight brown, a dim yellow <br />such a handsome fellow <br />eyes, with lines <br />that so outwardly shine <br />streaks of green, prisms of gold <br />im in a trance, locked in theyre hold <br />into the windows of your soul.... <br />not wanting to look away, not wanting to let go <br />til the ending of time, to 4ever be staring into your eyes <br />and let that trance in which beholds...............me <br />never set free <br />til we 4ever grow old<br /><br />krissi b'williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-prisms-of-colors-of-your-eyes/
