This morning
When the light hit her eyes
She saw gold in her mirror.
Pyrite, fool's gold, she guesses it was.
Her eyes are brown.

She likes to wear her purple shirt.
It makes her eyes look green.
"Are your eyes green or hazel?" people ask.
Her eyes are brown.

These eyes see.
These eyes know all that she knows.
They are curious.
They light with knowledge;
They light with her smile.
Then, they reflected light
Throwing eye darts.
She sees you. You're hit.
Such is the power of her brown eyes.