Searching thine eyes for lies
Trying to decide why…
He’s picked me to be @ his side?
No matter the wild rides or cries
Dying to know what he spies
What is it behind those hazel eyes?
Is there deceit and time to retreat?
Is there pain and anguish; one to mistreat?
Is there worry and disdain to make all incomplete?
Into his hazel eyes; I peered
Deepest of green appeared
Bluest of blue is in between, sheer
What is it this man does see?
What is it he has in store for me?
What will this grow to be?
Can you tell me?