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Morganna
Whyville Poet

Green Eyes

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The clairvoyant told me about you, green eyes,
Before we had ever met.
She warned me of a distant beau
That would anchor my heart
And leave me breathless from the demise
Of my frozen ardor and restless soul,

So when I sat across from you, cheri,
I felt my walls slowly yield to each descry.
I could be trite or just call it deja vu,
But either way, green eyes,
I swear I've never felt so strongly
For anyone but you,

And so an eternal tale transpired
Of two hearts torn betwixt two tongues,
And yet I still believe in her prophecies
Because she told me you were the one.
So, green eyes, when you are feeling tired,
Look for me across your cerulean seas,

Because I often feel like a fish fighting the tides,
Though I always keep your picture near,
For luck, for love, for memory,
For hope that some day, my dear,
I will come back to your green eyes
And that, dear Joshua, you'll be waiting for me,

Home is your dark hair, your golden skin,
Your closed lips, and your enchanted island.
So expect me, cheri doudou,
To shed my layers and return to your sands,
Because I know nothing will ever be the same again,
Not since I locked green eyes with you.

 

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