Your eyes are hazel green.

Sometimes I look at you
and I feel my love for you
deep inside.
I watch you sleep and I trace
the outine of your back with
my fingers. I whisper that I love you.

I feel proud of who you have become
and I miss the person that you were.

I memorised the creased
outline of your face.
I could draw your eyes from memory.
I know freckles on your back that you will never meet.

Your skin is creamy pink.
Your hair is black.
Your eyes are hazel green.

You are mine and I am yours.