Brown Eyes

She came to me, amidst the rest

And promised I was much the best.

Her youthful words, her lovely way,

Convinced me she might really stay,

But when we met, a great surprise.

I know her from her sweet brown eyes.

Her youth became a rare delight

Her lovely way a moving sight

And shared, together, hand in hand,

She walks, so proud, at my command.

We met one time in early spring,

Again, in heat the summers bring.

I miss her every hour she's gone,

And sit in silence, curtains drawn.

A daughter that I never had,

She loves so much to make me glad,

In quiet words, and sweet duress,

Her love is like a soft caress.

Whenever we shall meet, once more,

We'll close the blinds and lock the door.

And love within our own small place,

A man of years...

A child of grace.

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