Brown Eyes
   
 

Big brown eyes stare at me,
Filling my heart with certain glee;
In them I see a little boy,
And a heart full of mischievous joy.

Eyes of love are what I see,
Sure to set my poor soul free;
Kindness sparkles from within,
And sets my mind in a spin.

Eyes are the windows to the soul,
And this man has a heart aglow;
Love abounds to his very core,
So who could ask for anything more.

 
   
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