Lost in the brown

A poem about my girlfriend's eyes

When i look at your round face, smiling and happy,
I can't help but notice, curious and enchanted,
Two mysterious orbs, above your puffed cheeks.
And i see, as the poet says, your enigmatic soul.

I focus back on your actual visage, captivated.
I see within your iris what resembles a marvel,
A balance of gold and bright brown rays.
Around it is a black rim,
Only barrier against the pure white around.

Deep pools of dark-cinnamon, seizing in their beauty
The depth and heaviness of one thousand untold stories.
Together the sweetness of chocolate and the bitterness of coffee,
Glowing with humor and gaiety that never escape your sight.

Eyes rolling and laughing you make my heart melt.
And again you look at me, and i find myself off-track,
Once again i can dream, lost in the brown of your eyes.