A fire: By sparkling, startling, I beheld.
Thine eyes have flickered in the burning darkness.
All of a sudden, as my senses quelled
I lost myself within thy hidden starkness.
Within the eyes, a forest's fire dwelt.
There are green leaves that live, dance yet downward burn!
Because of wrath, to ashes they were felled
And left the pieces of a browning amber.
Thine eyes of green, brown amber I remember!
Yet strive to still the flames when stirred is temper!
I beg and plead: Do open up a door
To peaceful love! It's thee whom I adore!
And never shall thy ardor be a tease.
I know. For me it wasn't quite at ease.
NEOsonnet, Green and Brown
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