Emerald Eyes
Your eyes are emeralds
Soaking up the space
Between us; taking me
Higher than the stars
Way above the clouds…
Your eyes are emeralds
Ghost writing my smiles
In the rain, in the rain
I learn to smile again…
Joyful taping, joyful…
Dancing on the tiles
Your eyes are emeralds
With a devilish wink
With something to disguise
You warm my spirit my soul
And curl my toes
In the rain, in the rain
I learn to smile again…
Joyful taping, joyful…
Dancing on the tiles
Feelings like butterflies
Flutter to the highest climes
Oh hold my hand,
And I'll hold on to your wings…
And stare hypnotized into,
Your emerald eyes…
poem by Mark Heathcote
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