Eyes that are brown look at me.
I see an autumn forest looking at me.
The sun sets in the forest as if it is sleepy.
I see happiness play in the fallen leaves.
I see you.

Brown hair that blows playfully in the air.
You say it is ugly, I say it’s beautiful.
I have yet to see your hair be ugly.
Even your “messy” hair looked beautiful.
I see you.

You say you aren’t smart,
but you are the smartest person I know.
You say you are silly,
I say you are childish.
I see you.

You say you are fine,
I know you aren’t.
I still take your word for it,
you are the bravest person I know.
I see you

© tmrf