The brown autumn leaves
Deeply tinting your eyes.
A green minty emerald,
Gleaming in a world of dreary.
The flakes of gold; filling your eyes,
Make me crave, for a glimpse of your gaze.

The moment they befall me,
I get lost, in hazel cosmos.

I yearn to escape,
But my heart says to stay.

And if that's not a sure taunt,
Your smile leaves me all lost.