In the quiet shelter of nightâs embrace,
Brown eyes whisper tales of the moon,
Holding secrets of an ageless grace,
Reflecting dreams that end too soon.
They dance with the flicker of candlelight,
Soft and warm as the earthâs gentle hue,
A universe within their sight,
Where stories of old find life anew.
Beneath starlit skies they softly gaze,
Echoing promises in a silent vow,
In their depths, a timeless maze,
Where the heart finds its sacred bough.
Brown eyes, a gentle, enduring song,
A melody of whispered sighs,
Guiding the soul where it belongs,
In the tender warmth of endless ties.