(Poem) Those brown eyes

The sun catches her brown eyes,

and again, my heart skips a beat.

Her eyes hold the warmth of late summer afternoons,

of coffee in peaceful cafés,

of earth after the rain.

Light moves through them like honey,

warm and golden,

and the sun decided to stay awhile,

content to rest in her gaze.

Could she ever know

how the world softens when she looks my way,

how even Eden could not have grown

anything more beautiful.

Heaven would be

Looking into her eyes for eternity