Staring at your brown orbs
Reminds me of the sun going down its thrown
It radiates a calming feeling
It touches my soul
Your hair, it dances with the wind
Like a river flowing down its stream
Smooth as the feather of that beautiful bird
Fragrant like the flowers blossoming every spring
That smile, oh dear your smile
It is as sweet as that mango I freshly picked
Captivating like the sun rising again
I am addicted, that I am certain
It is my greatest task to make you wear these everyday
For if you are crying the sky is gray
If you tangled your hair the river won’t flow
And if you are frowning my world loses its glow
