Forget-Me-Not Eyes

Caroline Elizabeth

His eyes, those sapphire forget-me-nots,

blue like my pen’s bleeding heart, I ought

to drown myself in his floral smile

that curls his tulips in classic style

 

His cheeks a soft rose, fit for a snapshot.

He sprouts hope, blossoming in my thoughts.

I’m in love with this lily of the nile

and his forget-me-not eyes

 

His soul down to earth, with roots that cannot

be pulled up or contained by a clay pot.

A heart of marigold and mind fertile,

full of wisdom to grow the extra mile.

I love his heart, mind, his smile and whatnot

and his forget-me-not eyes.

  • Author: Caroline Elizabeth (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 16th, 2018 14:46
  • Category: Love
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  • Lorna

    Lovely boy described as a garden - sounds like a peach! Go get him!



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