Her Eyes of Brown

 

Her Eyes of Brown

 

 

When I look in her eyes of brown

     Across the table day by day;

No matter if she smile or frown,

     All speech of mine is held at bay.

I only know that she is there,

     A jewel in my muse’s crown;

But tell her so, I do not dare,

     When I look in her eyes of brown.

 

Her eyes of brown are deep, so deep

     That I am lost, as one at sea;

They haunt me in my hours of sleep,

     Through busy days they dwell with me.

Their liquid depths are food and drink

     To one within a lonely town;

Tho ’twere less clear for me, I think,

     When I look in her eyes of brown.

 

July 13, ‘09