The Color Of Her Eyes Poem by Randy McClave

She asked me the color of her eyes
As though a question for a grand prize,
Answer me quickly she then said
Into her questions I then did re-read;
If I had paid attention to her I was to realize.

I told her that her eyes were beautiful hazel
As though I was giving her an appraisal,
Then her not trying to demean
She told me that her eyes were truly green;
Then I got phrasal.

To be honest into your eyes I did stare
Your soul for me you did bare,
I saw your sadness and also your tears
And your happiness and your cheers;
The color of your eyes, I forgot to care.

I now know the texture of your skin
And also your soul from deep within,
Now I also know your eyes color
As would also be known by a painter or a lover;
I spoke with joy and a grin.

Randy L. McClave