Eyes

I stare at them, not in a creepy disturbing way

I stare at them observantly

I study them, absorb every detail, take mental notes

I was curious, and this was an opportunity

to look at them without getting caught

Bothered by the question whether they were black or brown

It was a mystery that I was so eager to solve

It was a puzzle that I just had to piece together

After all this time, this was a chance to finally find out

My method was on-point, direct

I start at the corner of his eyes

The part where he won’t catch me staring

From that angle, the outline is midnight black

I begin to make conclusions – they are black

I talk to him, he faces me

The afternoon sun casts its rays

The light indirectly flood his face

His eyes illuminate revealing its true color

No, I think to myself

They’re brown

And it’s not just any kind of brown

It’s definitely not the dull type of brown

It’s the shade of brown that makes you stare in awe

It’s the tint that makes me forget that my favorite color is green

His eyes are my new favorite color,

And they’re the fondest things I see

I sit beside you, half listening to your words

I sit beside you, gawking in wonderment

Astonished by the galaxies in your eyes that are windows to the universe that is your very soul.

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