Her Beatific Brown Eyes.
Some flashes string to heart
her's did and neither of us hid
they were kind and molten
and sad and smiling golden
the twinkles ran the diamonds
and the words were not needed
the energy was so amiable
her brown rays consummated with mine blues
and the affect was a connection of heavenly hue
she remained in that brown stare and gaze
till my blue was bathed in that consuming haze
they do spell wonder-low and high
her beatific brown eyes.
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2009
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