Your Brown Eyes

Your brown eyes
Have this inwardness
That is jazz to my soul,
Imparting in me,
An agreement bright.
Words I dig are idle;
For they fail to evince
How much I so revel
In beholding them.
Your brown eyes
Admitted me to the stage,
So made out with heaven.

by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie

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I can't imagine what a desperation of thought and emotion this poet must have been going through when writing these lines.