Brown eyes seem to be my weakness
Although I've spent years hating mine
I've fallen in love with the deep chocolate orbs more often than not

They come with a smile and a familiar warmth
Eyes that draw you in, forever a cyclone of emotions
I've spent years hating mine
Wishing for something different
Maybe a little blue

However, irony has me in its grips
I seem to find myself falling for those chocolate orbs all over again, getting lost in the warmth
A painful cycle I am hoping to forget.