Once upon a time, my eyes were described in a poem. “Green”, he wrote, “with hints of brown.” I held onto those words for years to come for nobody has written such words since then.
It has been a long, long time. I think now, if he were still alive and well, he might say they were green with a smattering of bloodshot red. But still, the way he said it so long ago is far more romantic and heartfelt.