Emerald eyes and ruby lips
Mean nothing, I am told -
Tell nought of life, or love, or grace,
Or what this heart might hold.
And if you look into my eyes,
And see beyond my skin,
Then shall you find a different me,
That's still and dark within.
And if perchance, you gazed that far,
Looked more that just skin-deep,
And had to choose from our two souls.
Which one would you keep?
Mean nothing, I am told -
Tell nought of life, or love, or grace,
Or what this heart might hold.
And if you look into my eyes,
And see beyond my skin,
Then shall you find a different me,
That's still and dark within.
And if perchance, you gazed that far,
Looked more that just skin-deep,
And had to choose from our two souls.
Which one would you keep?