Of Blue Eyes and Of Blue-Green Eyes

I fall in love,
In ways I do not speak of.
And cannot speak of.
And when I walk away then I feel it,
Because then it is too late,
Unrealised, unsaid,
Can never be unfelt,
But cannot hurt me in its dormant state.

Sometimes though, it catches me,
And quite aware/unaware runs me through,
Till there is nothing more to do,
But kiss, love
And feel it.

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