The mirth in your eyes, a measure of your freedom,
The shades of green slightly bowed on the window aisle.
The tree, silvery bloom spilled over the moonlight.
A moment of triumph for the lady with blue eyes, I wonder.
A magic spell cast on her daisy-sprinkled hair swept off her feet imagined like never before brought out the russet glow of her hair so beautiful,
The sapphire dress hanging over her lovely shoulders with a row of curls hung loose around her neck,
A moment of adorable feast for my eyes, I wonder.
She grinned and he relished the response armed with nothing but his self-esteem.
The beginning of adventurous journey,
The blue-eye climbed down the ladder;
The Soft Pillow 