For I love thou, my bright brown eyes.Thou spirit shines more than the hubris sun.I want to tell thou, but I don’t have time.Loving thou is easier said than done I scream it aloud, but it’s never heard.Friends. Nothing more or less in your brown eyes.These feelings that I have are just, absurd.Thou exemplary smile gives butterflies. Over time, your touch was harsh and ice-kissed,And you’ll never know how much you’ve changed My heart cries, knowing its not on your list.Thy so uninviting, thy too deranged. Your in a disguise, while the old you dies.I still have faith in those vacant brown eyes.                                                                           By. Journey Barner