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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