Brown Eyes

                      Brown eyes

Hot chocolate melts the snow in my heart,

Sweet aroma makes poems cry.

Alive yes, treacherous curves.

Avalanche with just a glance,

My shelter, light of my darkest nights.

Mirror ricochet, hopeless stare shy,

Pupil that teach me to open to new warms.

 Alive yes, salted caramel hot coco,

0rbs with cinnamon beds.

I Galileo beyond that twinkle

Shake not of cold if ever gaze

I miss you with every blink,

Jealous if wonder, bitter my poems they turn.

Lost if your iris ever wither.

The snow of my heart;

Hot chocolate melts.

   Billiva