With Auburn

I have been searching far and wide for this.

Wrote it back in March 2010.

Very amateur English (terri-bad). But nonetheless, from the sincerest corner in my heart.

Her eyes, filled in with auburn,
A color so often shun upon,
Yet through her eyes, you find a reason,
To see through the colour and notice the person.

Her eyes, they tell so many stories,
Her moments in life, her defeats, her glories.
The eyes they tell she has wept many tears,
Caused by the tongues of her enemies,
and of the gift of laughter she received from her peers,

Her eyes, they will en-cage you with every brush,
Of her eyelashes, bringing your chatty self to a humble hush,
A practice she does, very, very well,
With a stare into her eyes,
from your body the Devil she expels,

Her eyes, they sparkle at the sight of twilight,
The same goes when she closes her eyes for the night,
All this I can only imagine, all this I have learned,
From the girl who has eyes, filled in with auburn.