There was this boy
with eyes of a sweet russet brown,
the kind you could get lost in.
They used to tell you, that
you only lose yourself in the eyes of those lucky enough to
have them to be as blue as the Pacific,
as green as the meadows in Switzerland,
but they forget to caution you,
that those with mysterious brown eyes
are as dangerous too.
But God, I wouldn't mind
losing myself, as long as I got to be
the one privileged enough to stare into his all day.
They say eyes are the windows to one's soul,
and in yours I'd like to stay.
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