Blue Eyed-Brunette

There is this girl, of the extraordinary kind.
Dark brown hair, deep blue eyes.
She’s a mystery to me, how she came about,
That beautiful face, those gentle hands.

I call her my Blue-eyed Brunette,
Because she’s so beautiful to me.
Everything about her so perfect,
That it should never have been.

So I sit here pondering while I write,
Surely she’s an angel, sent from above?
Because it rains when she cries,
And the world dances at her sight!

Or I wonder if she isn’t even real,
An emancipation of my wildest dreams.
So I reach my hand out expecting thin air;
You’re beautiful face embracing it instead.

It doesn’t take that long before I realise this is real,
-She’s my blue-eyed brunette, so beautiful to me…