My Love has emerald eyes,
deeper, greener than the sea,
For they are liken two spies,
searching the very depths of me,
they are the windows of his soul,
where I roam inside his dreams,
knightly thoughts tossed to and fro,
he paints me inside, his poetrys scenes,
behind those soft, emerald eyes,
I see my own soul inside his stare,
they are, so kind, so wise,
even diamonds do not compare,
my love has honest, emerald eyes,
deep green are their hue,
Oh, how I love my love,
who has emerald eyes, not blue,
I love them so, even more,
for they will never tell me lies,
but will always bare to my soul,
a love for me, forever true~

[This message has been edited by A Romantic Heart (03-11-2005 06:58 AM).]

Yes, me to Linda, I must also be part Irish, I love those green eyes as well, especially when they are tied to a kind and loving soul~

Love and hugs
~ARh

We attract hearts by the qualities we display, we retain them by the qualities we possess.~Jean Baptiste Antoine Suard

I am feeling a wee bit of Irish this morn'in, top of the mor'in to you Lee!

Thanks!
Love and Hugs
~ARh

We attract hearts by the qualities we display, we retain them by the qualities we possess.~Jean Baptiste Antoine Suard

~~~***~~~Come away with me, Wendy. Come away to Neverland~~~***~~~

Thanks Everyone for stopping by, I do appreciate your nice replys....so touching, I have to dry my eyes....


~Love and Hugs
~ARh

"Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments; love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to