a r c a n e [Poems]

Brown eyed boy

Eyes as pretty as the fallen autumn leaves
You say you hate your eyes and you wish they were different

But I love them as they are
You ask me why I am looking at you like that and the truth is that I get lost in them sometimes and the time just stops

They look like old leather bound books and warm coffee on a cold day just like how your warm heart is open to me

I look in your eyes and I can see our adventures in the woods when I'll dance around in the brown and gold leaves reminding me of your beautiful eyes and how they caught my attention from the very start

How I remembered making a note of how pretty they were and wondering if like your kiss I could keep them for myself

So please never say you wish they were different because even though you might not like them

They remind me of so many beautiful things but most of all your warmth for me