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.
“and the most precious moments are beyond my ability to describe in words. Her eyes, her eyes, her eyes. How can I possibly describe those beautiful eyes.”