Brown-Eyes

Brown eyes...
How I love brown eyes.
Looking into the soul,
As lashes upward rise.

And running to inward depths,
Where raptured feelings make a start.
To catch that worded bliss,
And held somewhere within the heart.

How I love the tie together,
Laced in heavenly streaks of brown.
Jumping in a delightsome rhyme,
With the actions of a clown.

Could I keep the hi-light section,
And know for sure what they can tell.
Ever catching them in motion,
Where deep in tenderness they dwell.

Brown-Eyes...O so lovely,
Holding me so very still.
Would...that I could keep in vision,
And let my soul receive its fill.


E.P. 1908 - 1989