The Color of Her Eyes…   Will I see the sunrise, When next I gaze into your eyes? And will I hear the rivers, When next you sing to me? Will I feel the snows, When next you caress my flesh? Or taste the bite of bittersweet fruit, On the winds of your breath? How can I when, I have to ask, The color of your eyes? It has been so long, Since we last spoke true and clear, And now it seems so hollow, The times that we shared. When I must stop to ask, Every time we meet, The color of your eyes, When last I lost myself in them...