Whispers of Emerald Eyes

Green eyes, like the light of springtime days,

In them the world drowns, like drops of morning dew,

And her gaze — like a gentle stream,

Whispering of the mysteries in the quiet hue.

Green eyes that shine in twilight’s shade,

Like emeralds filled with a fiery glow,

And every moment spent with her,

Feels like eternity, endless and slow.

You see in them the forest and the distant seas,

And the rustling leaves on a golden afternoon,

Green eyes — a mystery of days,

That brings light to your soul, soft as a tune.

Victoria Lunar