Poetry

Marsha’s Eyes (#263)

Amber star in your diamond blue eyes,
The setting sun in the bluest of skies,

Slivers of silver parade inside,
Sending my imagination on a ride,

Magical light in your eyes of blue,
Moments to stare are many too few,

What glimpses I see are beautiful indeed,
A diamond’s blue could not exceed,

If a diamond could be priceless in cost,
Precious is yours, and there I wish to be lost.

Any Thoughts?

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