Hazel Eyes

The narrator speaks of a girl with hazel eyes.

Oh, hazel eyes
behind lashes shy
soft— so sweet
too lovely.

I stare from afar
pierced by this sword—
knowing
she shall never
be mine.

Oh, to hold her— to see
through windows so deep,
I would beg
what wonders
they hold.

Though, forever I know
I shall always be cold,
no love
from those dear eyes
for me.