Bags under her eyes,
Only she ever notices them,
Shes's not about to tell anyone either.
She views them as part of her weakness,
A weakness that is apparent every night,
As she lays weeping from her visions.

Her eyes did have a few redeeming qualities.
They were not so green as others' were,
But they were still one part of her
That last love had cherished.
He had loved them for their green and tawny hues.

Though her eyes were far from perfect,
They still shone in the night,
As a great cat's would.
Her eyes most certantly imperfect,
But cherished none the less...
She remembered a day when her eye had itched,
And her hands were not free to rid herself of it.
Her last love had been so sweet,
Placing the lightest of kisses upon the offending eye,
Kissing away her discomfort.

Oh, why did her thoughts always return to him?
THey had ended their relationship...
But what of their love,
Had that too ended,
Or did she still yet love him?
Her green eyes filled with tears,
Shining brightly with them as they spilt.

To love or let go,
To cry or carry on...
That was the dilemma
Behind those angel's eyes.
 
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