A Song of Brown

I loved you from the very first day Amidst the noise of dish and tray And the people that attached to them For I was caught up in this hymn- A song written solely of brown And I began to cherish the sound 'Cause your eyes were as notes of changing tune As high and as low as an evening moon Yet, always to commingle free And provide the sweetest melody Your skin and hair would then combine To produce a soft and wavy rhyme Each verse would touch the heart and soul Trouncing my heart with its gentle loll- The birds of song that come in Spring Envy the song of brown you sing And I have never felt so fine Your song is in this heart of mine