Eyes

Blue eyes bright as winter's day, Glistening while on their way. Green eyes soft as ocean's tide, The wild ones will take the ride. Hazel eyes, a piercing stare, Sometimes can be a vicious bear. Brown eyes are my favorite kind, That captivate my loving mind. The love we have, I know it's true, Is reflected in my eyes of blue. Of all these eyes that I can choose, I thank the Lord that I have you.