The deepest green to ever walk the earth; Two swirling pools of neverending light. Expressive when in sadness and in mirth, his eyes are always such a joyous sight. From far away, I see him standing there, and fruitlessly attempt to meet his gaze. Then turn around, and see her flip her hair, and know that he has slipped into a daze. He smiles then, and light reaches his eyes, Though meant for her, those sparkles touch my soul. And in my joy, i'm sure i don't disguise, that only in his presence am I whole. Just two good friends is all we'll ever be, I wish his eyes would sparkle just for me.