I fell in love with your brown eyes,
The kind of brown that echoes the earth after rain.
——
Rich, alive, and grounding.
When I gaze into them, my world spins,
Caught in their depth, their quiet magic.

Your eyes aren’t just brown; they’re a craving,
Like dark chocolate that lingers on your tongue,
Leaving you wanting, needing, more.
They shimmer, not ordinary at all,
But like molten gold kissed by sunlight,
Wrapping me in warmth,
Like a cup of hot cocoa on a winter morning.

Oh, those pretty brown eyes of yours—
They’ve brought me to my knees,
And I’d gladly stay there,
Forever lost in their beauty.