Whenever I come across a
Brother
With gleaming green eyes
The color of nature
I typically lose my breath
And all speech associated.
This type of behavior is not atypical from me.
Said the
Sister
With eyes the color of the forest
The color of enchantment
The color of her skin.
Brown
Like the color of the eyes of the tourist
Expeditioning
His journey within.

I'm not super model beautiful.
I am beautiful
In my own unique way
But I'm not something that anybody
would want to gaze at all day.
Maybe to somebody.
Maybe to my mother-
But they say I look just like her
So in my mind,
Through her eyes,
That would be irrelevant.
But who defines beauty anyway?
Some of the ugliest things hide behind
and lurk within things that shine.
To the Definer of beauty:
Who's eyes are more attractive?
Yours, or mine?