Her dark green eyes till now unseen,

expressively they shine pristine

like shamrocks from the Emerald Isle,

and never fail to make me smile,

her dark green eyes.

 

She greets me with a gentle mien

and eyes so clear and ever keen,

so pure that nothing could defile

her dark green eyes.

 

Sometimes they’re clouded, then serene,

or smoulder with a certain sheen

to make me catch my breath awhile,

as with a look she can beguile

and lock my fervent gaze between

her dark green eyes.