Literature
1800's Love Letter
Eyes so dark, eyes of green
Curvature of the lips
Guess what I've seen
I've seen face, I've seen lines
Piqued is my heart and soul
For those, they are mine
Eyes so gentle, eyes of brown
Smile plays in expression
Even with green eyes cast down
Sometimes doubt, always yearning
With distance insides shatter
But still, this girl is learning
Movement sudden, feeling swift
Violent sobbing, tears that drip
For quiet embrace, a soulful kiss
His delicate voice, ah that I miss