As I gazed at your light green eyes,
You smiled and said,
“They could be misleading.”
Tumultuous has been your past.
At teens,
You had a romance and a boy;
As you grew older,
A partner, a broken heart and a second one;
With maturity,
You had a fugitive husband and a baby girl.
All within three decades.
“Brutal and cruel has been the time,” I remarked.
Tightening your embrace, you said:
“Regrets, I have none.
Listened to the heart’s song,
Pure, sincere and honest.
Lessons I learnt,
Experience, I gathered,
Vigour I earned
To go through the motion of life.”
As I kissed goodbye,
A thought passed by,
That could be the reason,
So profound are your light green eyes!
