on the wheel of colour
there is no blue
in hues of happy hazel
nature plays its part
as greens browns and golds
hold the key
look at me
those eyes melt in warmth
warmth radiating with tiny flecks
and little light flashes of
sunshine sparkle
as his eyes meet mine
his hazel gaze is replete
with autumn riches on an October
day
my libra love you are molten gold
you are dark chocolate delicious
you are the green valleys of home
you are the backbone of
all i know and cherish
what would i be without you