An Ode To My Favorite Eyes

There have been several suns,
And so many mountains
That have shielded my rivers
And given life to my trees;
And yet the portrait that hangs
Over my shoulders like a tattoo
Is that of your eyes-
Browner than mine,
Warmer than mine,
Deceiving the world
With their chameleon-charm
Because only I know
How soft that smolder can get
And how much love
Those twin spheres of secrecy hide.