Brown Eyes
Brown eyes,
Round paths.
I follow
My heart
back to them.
Looking in
Them it
Feels like home,
And in them
I am home.
Wholesome
Ground that
Keeps me,
Knows me,
Grows with me.
I can see
Love and
Patience and
the past,
And the future
Excites me.
Because I see you
Already
There waiting.
All in your
Brown eyes.
Copyright © Neil Nelson | Year Posted 2017
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