Brown Eyes

A love poem,

Brown Eyes

 

She has brilliant brown eyes,
We lay in bed,
Her eyes emanate joy,
Smiling, as She does.
A pleasant chill runs down my spine,
I know, I am a lucky man.

Looking into Her eyes I think,
Everything that happened,
It was for a reason.
The spark… Flame between us is not chance,
So I deem to call it fate.
I know, I am a lucky man.

Brown eyes lock with mine,
And really it’s down to this;
Finding one with perfect personality,
That’s one thing,
It’s another completely to find that, and beauty.
That which I have done, and made mine.

I know, I am a lucky man,
I know by the way She looks at me,
With Love and devotion,
With trust and loyalty.
I know by the way She smiles at me,
And by the way Her lips kiss mine.

 

I deem to call it fate,
But maybe, like Her name suggests,
I should call what we have,
Destiny.
Our destiny,
My Destiny.

My Destiny,
She is my Love.
Unfortunately, this is a memory.
We are not lying in bed,
Our eyes are not locked together,
Rather, I am here…

I know I am a lucky man.
I know what we have,
What we have is Love, true, honest Love.
Sadly, I know distance also.
We are not together in bed,
Rather, I am here…

Rather, I am here,
But I do not want to be,
Longing to see Her, but I fret not.
For into Her brilliant brown eyes,
I will look again in but a few days.
I am a lucky man.

Reviews

[Lindsey]

This is beautiful. so much feeling, many different feelings in one piece. Great writing.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Like your other verse...just seems to be very endearing in your lines...like you're on a cloud and not wanting to come back down...with the repeating lines and just the whole structure you put into the words to this one...and the other one...