In the quiet of a gentle gaze,
Brown eyes speak in hushed tones,
Weaving tales of ancient days,
In whispers only the heart knows.

Beneath the surface, a universe lies,
Deep and rich like forest earth,
Holding mysteries in their skies,
A world of wonder given birth.

They cradle dreams within their glow,
Warm like sunlight on autumn leaves,
In their depths, emotions flow,
A tapestry that softly weaves.

In every glance, a story spun,
Of love, of life, of fleeting time,
Brown eyes capture the setting sun,
A timeless dance in perfect rhyme.