Might I say it scares me
Or at least puts me back a step
For fear is no longer a master
In any way
Of my heart that has grown restless

There are those of the moody kind
The ones who hold daggers in dark eyes
But your green eyes instead
Are fed on what seems to me
To be
The power in your hands
A boy? Or a man?
In which ever’s name you stand
You have seem to become
– my green eyed monster