Why are not the oceans brown like your eyes,

Or a cloudless day not brown in the skies?

Why does God not allow me constant view

Of the bright darkness I see within you?

So deep I look into thine eyes brown,

Were they water, no doubt I would drown.

So long I stare into your eyes with such skill,

That were the skies brown I would remain but still.

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Archived in my Heart: Love Poems