Brown Eyes

He sat in the corner, sipping his coffee, and observing the street from the shop window.  He was thinking about his day, where to spend it, and how to spend it.  Suddenly he saw this woman!!

She approached the window to read the menu, when her eyes locked with his look, with his brown eyes.  She voyaged the valleys he had crossed, and embraced the trees he had touched. 

She devoured the words he had read, and melted in the coffee that was getting cold. 

She forgot what she was doing, moved back to hear her friend 's voice murmuring some words...  "He is so handsome... You are right to keep looking"

With surprise she asked.. "was he??!!!" .. "I didn't know.  All I could see was how his brown eyes made me feel beautiful, how I was reflected in his look, and the hint of smile and warmth in his eyes... Was he?!  How would I know?  I was mesmerised with the scenes I witnessed and the journeys I travelled."

He came out of the shop, looking for this woman, waiting to be seized and taken apart again with the look of her brown eyes.  Waiting to see himself divine again."

Brown eyes, looking at each other reflecting their emotions, and drawn with the beauty they uncovered...



John Erskine said: A beautiful woman, is the one I notice. A charming woman is the one that notices me.