In vino veritas, in vero intellectus

Green Eyes


Really again, or something new, but still as broken.

Confused, beyond my understanding.

A brush off still, the hugs, the smile, the slap in the chest, the playful banter?

Tells her friends the other guy is maybe the one, she tells me he’s a date. Why?

Why do I persist? Is she my one? Does it matter?

When did I know, that I may never see her again, that I couldn’t bear it.

Still broken.

I love her.

Love of life, a warm and caring light, shining emerald eyes.

I love her still.


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