I stripped her down, black and bare,
To better see her emerald eyes so rare.
Or maybe to be better seen by them,
Their keen gleam peering like a gem
into the forlorn space where my shadow lies
in wait of her enchanted emerald eyes.
From the depths of a forgotten night,
They call forth my own forsaken light,
that by her grace it may also to me be granted
to see, through emerald eyes, a world enchanted.