Brown is the color
of my true love's eyes.
Eyes, which follow
my every move,
with a sadness or looking away,
when I am gone.
I know not what to say.
Returning home, I'm greeted with love,
a licking of my hand.
My hand gives a head rub.
You are so handsome, I say to he,
for you are my friend,
in this life of uncertainty.