Sometimes there is a small change
of brown to green
that your eyes make, when I touch you
and when I kiss you
they sometimes get the sun’s sparkle of gold
and what you do
to make them get different colours
stays ‘n big secret that neither of us know.
Gert Strydom
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sometimes-there-is-a-small-change/
