If you were just a greenish stone Which I by chance had found, I’d still maintain that God had sown An emerald in the ground. To me, your eyes are points of light Which brighten all they see, And, when I’m in your line of sight, I’m sure they brighten me. I think it’s clear to everyone The universe and you Are doing what you’ve always done And what you’ll always do. And yet I’m only too aware The way I feel’s my own affair. Photo by Scott Higdon on Unsplash
