The Color of her Eyes

Her voice sweet and warm,
Subtle to the core,
A word she utters
And you want to hear more.

Wrinkles on her nose when
She smiles, a little crooked
Hiding what’s inside
A little caring, a little wicked.

And her thoughts,
My oh my,
So dear to me,I smile
Trying not to cry.

But, hazel, grey or green,
Brown or blue,
I forgot to notice,
I have no clue.

Utterly lost in all these beautiful ties,
I forgot to notice the color of her eyes.

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