Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Your Eyes

I remember your eyes.

Your beautiful doe eyes.

I liked you and you liked me,

and your big, brown eyes are what

I remember of you.

Your smile reflected your inner beauty,

but not as much as your lovely doe eyes.

We wanted to be together,

but neither of us were ready for one,

so years have gone by, and we have gone our separate ways.

However, when I close my eyes, and think of you,

I remember your big, beautiful, lovely, brown eyes.

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