Your green eyes are like the hidden meadows in the forest, where the peace is hidden.

Yet rare as the hidden emeralds in the mines underground and as mysterious as the sea.

Precious like the food coming from the fields of the bright light in the hearts of the swidden. 

Calm like the rain upon the ground, rich as the trees of the fjord in the warm spring lea.

Mysterious as the deep blue ocean and the massive depths of water and the land underneath.

Vital as the nature in the forests and the huge rolling hills in the fields of the Kentucky lands. 

Magical like the flowers in the spring, and the mighty trees are a rare gem in the smeeth. 

 Passionate as the tornadoes in March in the Kentucky springs like the fluorite cands.

Intelligent like the elephants of the African plains in the dry season, and how the world evolves.

Like the stars in the sky shine brightly in the darkest night, shining their little bright lights in cities 

Like a father leaving their legacy in the family at night when death’s shadow sweeps in, it devolves

With a mentally responsible and dutiful person in the world, and a gentle, kind, tidy person 

With beauty like the meadow after rain upon the ground and the rainbow in the Arizona skies 

That burns like the sunshine in your eyes in the stolen nights and the fireplace on the coldest nights.