Sweet Green Eyes
I feel your sweet green eyes glance my way.
I turn to meet them, my heart is gay.
Your hands enclose mine.
Our fingers intertwine.
I feel your hands, so course and rough.
When we part it is always tough.
My heart belongs only to you.
I know I shall always be true.
I feel safe when I'm in your arms.
You protect me from every harm.
I look at you and my legs go weak.
There is nothing about you I would tweak.
Seeing you always makes my day.
Especially when your sweet green eyes glance my way.
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