Her Eyes
–by Jenny
'I know what you are' I told her
'I understand why'
We were under a blanket of summer trees
and I was telling her what it's like
'you've got it in you' I said
'even if you are not our kind'
I had looked into her eyes
and felt the first tinge of love.
Although she never knew,
I watched her from afar
I knew she thinks us best friends
and that's enough for now.
Her eyes are the shade of leaves
and are molded the shape of almonds.
When she uttered my name,
a twisted smile and a leap in my heart.
And then, she was married
to a man with black hair whom I had warned her against
'He fancies you', I used to tell her
but watched her dismiss my envious cry.
I never had the chance to tell her how I felt
when her eyes met mine,
when green met black.
We went our separate ways,
the difference of right and wrong.
I betray her family to death,
without know it was her:
the girl with green eyes.
And now here I lie,
at the end of my life,
I make my last request:
just to see her eyes,
the shade of leaves rippling
in the summer's sigh.
Dedicated to SS and LE, in memory of their deaths for the ones they loved.