Every woman looks like you
And I love them for it
Brown eyes
Brown hair
There was something uncommon
Despite the mundane traits

It's like my favorite birdsong
Or the best smells from childhood
Mixed with the best tastes
You were the spring and autumn
Of my childhood, adolescence, madness

You were the summer and winter
Of my heart, my soul, my desire
Brown Eyes
Brown Hair
My Mundane, Miraculous Madonna
My joy and Sorrow

I miss you even when
I'm right beside you
Because I can feel the parting to come
It breaks my heart that I can't hold you
and kiss away the tears
But he'll do just fine
And I'll toast your health, and his
While I drink alone
Again.