"Brown Eyes"

Thy brown eyes are oval not round
They are sweet, and warm, my dear
I love it when thou come around
I adore ye, I have no fear!
My eyes do excitingly peer
Into the glory of thy heart
And my ears do completely hear
Thy sweet language, which makes thine art
Thy poetry is the best part
Of who thou art, thy sweet water
Doth allay me, and from the start
I admired...