Brown Eyes

Brown eyes.
The most common weakness
in those silly little love songs.

They now stare into my own,
as a gentle hand weaves its way
through my hair.

I can’t breathe.
I don’t remember how.
All I know is that
there’s this good feeling

traveling from my head
to my heart.

©Marie Meyers, 2013

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