I complimented your brown eyes,

You told me they were blue -

Then registered the hurt you felt,

And looked at me anew.

Turning points along life's path

Arrive without a clue;

Relationships in open skies

Veer into the blue.

When drinking from your loving cup

And moments from you stole,

I guess I never saw your eyes,

Just through them to your soul.

The currency of lover's trade,

The language it misspends;

In moments of unraveling,

Beginnings turn to ends.