brown eyes

A poem I wrote in 2018

People say brown eyes are boring

but that's not how I felt when I gazed into his.

His brown eyes are like the color of mahogany wood-

comforting and encapsulating the feeling of home.

His brown eyes are like the terrains,

something so simple but beautiful in every season,

Like chocolate, captivating and addicting 

melting away upon the sun's kisses.

His brown eyes are like the color of earth,

a feeling of calmness, engulfing you in warmth.

When in love, these brown eyes-

are a spiral of all the browns on the earth,

with glistening drops of honey and gold,

as soft as dew drops on petals,

still as fierce as the sky after the storm.

His brown eyes have made me

fall in love.