He kisses me
(eyes closed)
Pulls slowly back
(his brown eyes exposed) .
A simple glance
(I know he’ll stay)
And all that was bad
is know okay.
In silence
he speaks,
His glances
now words.
And it’s
oh, so right
To say,
“love” is a verb.
When I leave
(glancing just once more)
His brown eyes
are following me to the door.
After our final
good-night kiss
My heart is a flutter
(what to do about this) .
My brown-eyed companion
(with wishes of blue)
The days have been many
and my love has been true.
And soon to be gone
are my bright blue eyes,
Cloaking my feelings
behind a smile (my disguise) .
Lorene Kinsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brown-eyes-7/
