But to me thy mean much more.
The are a beautiful creation by themselves,
both equal in beauty,
But different in their own little way
When I look into them I can see her thoughts
Her dreams, and a deep wonderful thing.
I can not name it or describe it,
But I know its the most beautiful,
And wonderful thing I have ever seen.
Maybe someday after I have starred at them long enough
A name for them will come to me.
Until then they will jusst be called eyes.
Though they are the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen,
I can not describe them as well as I want to.
I can image sitting there starring at them,
Watching them move around.
On occasion they stop and look back.
But that isn't often and doens't last long.
Maybe someday,
I will be able to hold the owner of those eyes again.
Until then, I will just glance at them,
Hoping that they will glance back at the same time.
For that second or less I will be lost,
In those perfect, beautiful, encanting
Brown Eyes