His Eyes...

His eyes…
I really have no words…
It's that golden-brown shade…
like every sunset I ever want to stare.
Every so often, that color's so deep…
Yet as sweet as chocolate, in my fridge I’d keep.
And when his eyes,
Meets the sun at times.
They turn a shade of golden…
Prettier than the leaves of the trees in autumn.
And then it shines as bright as the stars…
By now, I'm sure he has won over a million hearts.
But only one has ever one over his,
Who? It's you, he says with a kiss..!