Date: 4-4-1941
Rosalind's p.o.v
Irresistible, Jesus' beautiful eyes hunt, haunt and taunt me.
His eyes invade my personal space in an attempt to embrace
to my spirit. My fear of God develops when I start respecting
people. The church of beautiful eyes are the color of nature blowing my
my mind away. Old, pure and determined liquid sky baby blue eyes never die
and chocolate chip brown eyes never lie cutting into my conscience like a pie.
I wonder do pretty eyes like these can stop God from crying and being angry at mankind.
Tongue tied pumpkin pies, hazel eyes are the color of the sunset during Autumn.
Behind these confusing road maps and black clouds, hazel eyes, there lies hope,
ambition and heaven. I wonder do pretty eyes like these can fix and revive a
dying broken heart. Poisonous, adventurous, mysterious and mischievous, green
eyes are apples that are hard to bite and chew into tiny little pieces. I wonder do
pretty eyes like these grow on trees and crosses. I wonder are pretty eyes like these
are what paper and spider webs are made up of.