Brown as the beans
of the coffee in midnight
soft like autumn leaves
pretty glowing in the golden light
like the brown dunes
in Antelope Canyon high
like the building
in Petra's sweet, sweet delight.
Like the candlelit calm
in France's coffee, coffee, coffee
Coffee, coffee, coffee shop
they gleam everyday
like honey in sunset
leaves rustling in my head
like the Autumn's onset.
As rich as the mud
after rain upon the ground
a petrichor unfound
they're a whisky hue of brown.
Oh I have fell all astray
but love, in you I have found
that I am forever bound
to your Autumn warm eyes.