Framed by long black lashes,
Green with flecks of gold.
Trusting and beguiling
With no signs of getting old.
They speak much more than words can,
Persuade with just one look.
Gaining trust and stealing hearts
They read you like a book.
‘The windows to the soul’, they say
But who can be so sure,
All I know is those ‘big ole Greens’
Are as strong as any lure…