This is just a quick short poem
I would wish for you to fall for the color of my eyes ,
But you love your mother's that are like the morning grass surrounded with dew ,
You adore your brother's azure sea like pupils ,
Why would you fall for eyes that are like metallic brown rust ,
Ones that shine with the color of dry grass in the morning sun ?
When you have eyes the color of the afternoon sky that blend with the green spikes that beneath it they lie .