Her Favourite Colour

Her favourite colour is green,

She has the most beautiful shades of it in her eyes.

To her it might be unseen,

But those bright emerald pools often threaten to carry me away.

To be so immersed by her struggle,

Is surely not healthy for my sanity,

But through folly, madness or love

To think I am worthy of her could only be my vanity.

To me she is something out of fantasy,

A princess, a hero, a lover,

But unfortunately for me,

This is only but a dream about her.