His Visage

His hazel eyes, bewilder my mind.

At times they appear to be

Cerulean, like the serene sky.

But when he smiles

Under the shimmering sun’s light.

They sparkle and shine,

Like the desert sand, oh so bright.

It bamboozles my heart,

Flushes my face,

With pellets of glee and delight.

In the end, they turn virescent,

And ambiguous, like a forest, ignite