Freckle Face

To brush them off,

Call them Hazel,

An injustice to the eye

And quite distasteful.

They hold a history

Accompanied with mystery,

Unique to each reader,

Grey shades and sparks of Cedar.

Listen,

You can hear the small explosion,

Passion perceived

Witness your eyes glow then

With a sea of fire of emotion,

Flakes of Amber arose from those flames

Cloured your eyes and your face

A shade with no name

Taylor made

To set souls ablaze

Specs spread to the hills of those happy cheeks

Covered them in freckles with flawless technique.

Embers ignited and didn't know when to end Made that smile shine bright and so genuine

we will be here too long

I could go on and on

Ask me again the colour, your iris is

I will tell you they are timeless

Priceless.

I will tell you

What I see is

A patchwork of perfect pieces,

But I don't know that you'll ever see.

What those colours meant to me.