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Created on: April 28, 2010
People are mesmerized by your beautiful blue eyes.
Strangely I fail to see the blue shade in them.
Deep into your eyes,
I find the exquisite green shade.
I was captivated by your emerald green eyes.
I lost in a reverie just by one look at them.
Even in my dream,
I still see the green shade.
Through your emerald green eyes,
I find my refection,
I see your heart is beating for me,
And most of all,
I find love.
I took a mental picture of your eyes,
To reserve the emerald green forever in my mind,
As a proof of the love you have for me,
That can make my heart tap dance.
I wonder if everlastingly,
I can see the emerald green shade.
As I can not bear
The lost of my beloved green shade in you.
Coldness in your eyes quietly alters the emerald green shade.
I felt the emotional distance ever since.
If only you can tell me,
The green shade will last a lifetime.
Slowly I painfully realize the exquisite emerald green shade,
That once had captured my heart had faded.
Now I can only see the blue shade in your eyes.
Not even a picture could preserve the emerald shade.
All I have left of you was your faded emerald green eyes,
And your faded love you once had for me.
In the end of my moment,
Your emerald green eyes
Along with the love you once offered me,
Is not lost but will stay inside my memories eternally.
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