Behind Green Eyes

nervus opticus

Verdure garden-beds carousel among their hearts, knowing that destiny speaks itself in parts; half with your glance, and the eternity yond – Spring’s dance to both kiss and abscond

Speaking flowery hue, if but to kiss your eyes; to savor your dew.
Romance kept, kept only for you

Thank you, Dsylxia

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