Brown

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You hated your eye color,
Called it dull and dirty brown,
Wished for the deep blue of an ocean,
Where admirers hearts would drown,

And it pained me when I realized,
You'd never see it like I do,
The way your eyes hint at a story,
That I want to read right through,

They hold specks of stolen sunlight,
That you'd miss with just one glance,
And a depth of raw emotion
That can freeze you in a trance,

They're a fix of melted chocolate,
When I'm craving something sweet,
But hold a gaze so unwavering,
That I find it hard to meet,

I fall right down the rabbit hole,
When I look into your eyes,
The brown of earth's unfettered beauty,
That I yearn to memorize,

When I was tired of not belonging,
They made me feel like I'd been found,
And I hope you never say again,
That your eyes are simply brown.

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