I stare into your
Emerald eyes
Sometimes
Watching them come to
Life with the fervor of
Oak embers,
Or watching them (as you, contented)
Stare past my
Eyes and turn your
Eyes the azure blue of the sky.
Your eyes shining like
Simple stars,
Dazzling emeralds,
Warming every
Crevasse of my heart,
And if eyes are truly
The window to the soul Then you can be no less
Than a prince
A saint
Or an angel.
Your sweet eyes
That I love...
More than emeralds.
 

~Jan Brian Vis