green eyes

circa 2003: i found another poem on a random piece of paper i'd like to throw away.
motivation for writing: my roommate and i both had green eyes and hated to hear people say "oh yeah, you're one of those blond hair-blue eyed girls."

green eyes are not blue.
green eyes are not brown.
green eyes do not shine
with the hue of the sky
or the rich meaning of the earth.
but green eyes
are the treasure of mystery
and the first breath
and the last charm of life.
they are the thrill of the summit
and the strangeness of love
and the wonder of forever.
green eyes sparkle
not with diamonds,
but with dewdrops;
not with glitter,
but with tears;
not for another,
but for you.
green eyes are green.
not gold, not azure,
not crimson, not gray.
green.
green.
my eyes are green.