You are mine. Mine.

Eyes

His eyes are brown. Generic color.

I still get lost in them.

They still drive me in and keep me captive as their timely prisoner.

I see everything in his eyes.

Every emotion he feels, reflects.

I know him really well, sometimes better than he knows himself. It's because I know his eyes.

His brown eyes.

They were like small pools of chocolate, swirled in with the richest and finest of finesse.

Made by the hands of Da Vinci himself.

A beautiful painting, his eyes would make.

I found peace and eternity in them. The rich brown color, I am a slave to.

I wouldn't want it any other way.

All I've ever wanted was found in such a generic color.

If it was so generic, than why haven't I seen any other captivating ones?

Why aren't there any other eyes that manage to pull me in and keep me in?

Why is it that it has to be his brown eyes?

They aren't so generic. His eyes are the windows to my soul.

Only my soul.

They are mine.