Green Eyes

Yesterday, your eyes were green.

 

They were a subtle green, the color of a springtime meadow at dawn.

They were the color of hope; the color of trying again.

 

It was a color I had never seen occupying your irises,

Yet it is the color I always see in you.

 

When you looked at me, the hue brightened and sparkled, and I can't help wondering now,

Was that the color you saw in me yesterday, as I was seeing it in your eyes?

Was that the first time I had ever been that color - that

Hopeful green of taking risks, of young love developing again?

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