My Brown Eyes

Before didn't like the color of my eyes,

Called it a dull and dirty brown.

Wished for the deep blue of an ocean,

Where admirer's hearts would drown, 

And it pained me when I realized 

I didn't see it as he did,

He enunciates told me,

when I look into your eyes

The way your eyes hint at a story 

They hold specks of stolen rays,

That miss with just one glimpse,

And the depth of raw emotion.

That can freeze reveries,

But hold a gaze that's so unwavering,

That I find it hard to meet,

Brown of earth's unfettered beauty. 

And I hope you never say it again,

That your eyes are simply Brown.