pretty brown eyes

Pretty brown eyes. Oh god, your brown eyes. As i stare at you, wind blowing through our hair, going down the road with the pretty green trees, to others a beautiful sight, one you can't tear your eyes from, seeing the trees move, the wind run, the water from the lakes glisten, the calm empty fields. No, you were all i could keep my eyes on, the world vanished as the sun hit your face, pretty brown eyes, so light, so vibrant, a vibration you feel into the marrow of your bones. Pretty brown eyes as the sun hit your face, taking a glimpse at me, asking "what", what i say, "why are you staring at me" oh your voice, a melody the wind races through the trees to catch, the sun burns through the clouds to catch a glimpse of how your lips move, no reason i say, i love admiring you i say. Then i stay quiet, silently admiring you, because how do i say the mole that hides behind your beard, looks like the sweetest little kiss. How do i say, in that moment that i admire you, the past fades and the future vanishes, everything is erased untill it is just me and you, going down the road with the pretty green trees.