Blues eyes glistening until the end of time.
Never to see these pair would be a crime.
Some say the eyes are the window of our soul.
They speak beyond, though some circle and roll.
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Windows to the soul, indeed, Cecil. Could be any colour, though, not just blue. An enjoyable read... Love, Fran xx
My favourite colour (Blue) . I thoroughly enjoyed reading this poem. Thankyou---Melvina---