love’s color is green
A glance of your eyes
Is a glimpse of the trees
Where light catches leaves
There’s pine on the breeze
and the forest floor breathes
With reverential gaze
All our problems get lost
In the mountains and moss
And a glance of your eyes
Is a glimpse of the trees
So take me to the mountains
Where love’s color is green
Take me to the forest
Darling, look at me
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Sweet and tender, vulnerable and open–a lovely poem about love, which is, indeed, ever green. Nice writing, A.R.