There are paintings in the
irises of your eyes.

Their colors resemble the
yellow of a corn,

the crystals of rain,
the scarlet of human blood,

the hazy hours of morning,
the blue of the Pacific,

the purple of winter,
the orange of a flame,

the crimson of a sunset,
the rainbow of a carnival,

and they remind me how
happy I am when I first met you.



About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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