recipe for brown eyes

it feels like i’ve

finally figured out how

they made your eyes:

 

add one spoonful of

honey sweeter than any

words i’ve ever written;

 

three cups of light

straight from the sunset

and just as warm;

 

a pinch of ancient

amber and the knowledge

that comes with it;

 

the smell of warm

cookies on a day

the sky is grey;

 

and a sleepy awakening

before the sun has

even greeted the day.

 

mix well and place

in a perfect face

with a warm smile;

 

add one boy who

wants only to be

part of that warmth.

Comments

JesseJay

omg I love this poem. It definitely reminds me of someone special!

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