Her Brown Eyes Poem by Rue Palmer

her brown eyes, deep as authums well
A quiet place where stories dwell,
Like earth and wood, so rich and warm
A refuge safe from every storm..

They hold a glow, a steady fire,
of quiet strength, of soft desire.
With every glance, a secret shared,
A thousand words, though none declared,

Her brown eyes speak of rain and sun.
of battles lost and battles won,
They tell of love thats yet to bloom,
And hold the weight of quiet rooms.

When shadows fall, and daylight dies,
Ill find my peace in her brown eyes.
for in their depth i see a sky, where endless
dreams and memories lie..