My friend wears brown framed glasses,
Even if they were ones blue;
To me it wouldn't natter,
It's her heart that I'm drawn to.      

When gold from her smiles shine,
In her brown frames I can see;
Gold enhancing their color,
Making them very lovely.

They highlight her brunette hair,
And to her blue eyes they bring;
Bright sparkles that I cherish,
That I find so uplifting.

The sweetest of all lasses
Wears these prized renowned glasses.