"His Brown Eyes" poem

His Brown Eyes

What’s the first thing that I see

When he passes me by?

It’s not his clothes or his style

But his beautiful brown eyes

Those sweet honey-colored circles

That change colors sometimes

To molasses in the cold

And golden brown in the sunshine

There not hollow like others

They can tell you his life story

How they’re filled with dreams, ambition

Love, hope, and glory

I can stare into them forever

Because each minute brings a surprise

I can tell his every feeling

By looking into his beautiful brown eyes

C. C. McFarlan

Another poem about eyes; Well, this one refers to a specific type of eyes. The author chooses to right about one of her interest’s eyes. She describes the “Brown Eyes” as if there windows easily seen into. She explains how you can see his life stories, goals and aspirations while looking into his eyes. I wonder how someone will describe my eyes. I am not the average guy with blue or brown eyes. Instead, I have eyes that are so dark that they look black.

This is another part of the author’s writing that I find humorous. All throughout school, when people looked at or into my eyes, they’re first reaction was, “Wow, you have some black eyes. Your eyes are very dark.” I have been called a host of names such as the spawn of Satan or the devil’s son. The names don’t really bother me because my eyes are deeply dark. Most girls like light colored eyes but its funny how a lot of people in general are surprised once they look into my deep dark eyes. I’m really curious to see what other terms or words will be used to describe my black eyes one day. I don’t have any idea what the author of the description might say about my eyes seeing as how dark they are. Who knows? Maybe I’ll have to just write that for myself.