Pair of hazel eyes

Beserk to sail, dear!
Through your eyes,
Those pair of hazel eyes!
Tickling my soul,
Sprinkling greenish brown seeds of love.Hue of Autumn eve plays there,
As if the ripen field of my exudation
In the valley of mountain,
For I am the solitary reaper of your eyes.
Those pair of hazel eyes!

A poem of hazel dreams!
Dream of golden field of swollen wheat,
As you flicked on and off
As if the moonlit ripen field of my exudation,
In the valley of mountain,
For I am the solitary reaper of your eyes.
Those pair of hazel eyes!

Oh, thee, caged in your eyes,
As if golden drop of tears,
Nut to sail through that brook,
Devour your hazel smiles.