AngelikAdrie

Sonnet 5 - Green Green are his eyes, they're as green as his soul That's greener still to the practice of love. Is he unaware that he's burned a hole In my soul with his kiss, burnt though the glove Surrounding my heart, encasing it all? The mere touch of his lips made it melt away And his kisses sear my skin as I fall Into sweet oblivion, my world sways. Can he really know what he does to me? How his hand in mine can effect me so? I try to make this point obviously But when it comes to this, he's a lil' slow. Sometimes I forget I'm all he has seen, But I must keep in mind he is still green.