She Greets Me
She greets me at the door
with a tiptoe embrace,
Her wild berries scent
sifts soon my soul.....
then,
her hand so softly my face,
she stares my well-traveled orbs;
" What? " I ask, worried....
she smiles,
" Your green eyes I love.... "
" Oh, " I say
" and your blue eyes more.... "
(Kisses are sweet)
(When she greets me at the door)
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