In the quiet of the morning light,
Your brown eyes hold a secret might.
They whisper tales of ancient lore,
A gaze that pierces to the core.

Through storms and calm, they always see,
The world, in shades of mystery.
A warmth that comforts, never lies,
The universe within your eyes.

Beneath the stars, they softly gleam,
Reflecting every hope and dream.
A mirror to the soul’s own flight,
In those brown depths, I find my light.

So let me drown in endless grace,
Within the gaze of your embrace.
For in your eyes, the truth resides,
The endless love that time abides.