Her Chocolate Brown Eyes

Her chocolate brown eyes,

The blush of the falling leaves of autumn,

Teeters me on the brink of an abyss,

An eternity has been lost,

Just to take them in.

Her chocolate brown eyes,

The dye of shallow brown sapphires,

Studded with a distant dreamy look,

Lighting the darkest of the night,

Like little brown twinkling stars.

Her chocolate brown eyes,

The stain of pearls out of a hazelnut,

So unnatural yet breathtaking,

A nightmare set in motion,

Yet poetry personified.

Her chocolate brown eyes,

The hue of melting honey,

The color so betraying,

Yet the temptation so unbearable,

Even the honey bees are deceived.

Her chocolate brown eyes,

The tint of a perfect chocolate,

The sight of them,

Like a Boyfriends Bournville,

Not meant to be shared with anyone else.

Her chocolate brown eyes,

The shade of maple wood of my violin,

Humming the perfect musical note,

That, even a careless glance is enough,

To make the flowers of my garden to bloom.

Her chocolate brown eyes,

Every time I look at them,

Makes me wish, more and more,

That I be the apple of her eyes,

The apple of Her Chocolate Brown Eyes.