28 | My Mothers Eyes

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Soft and warm were those eyes,
a beautiful light brown.
Light swam in them,
and something even more beautiful.

True love.
They were soft and unique,
holding a wide collection of deep thoughts.

When she smiled,
so did those eyes.

They twinkled and they sparked.
They held pure warmth and gave such comfort.

And they were always there,
staring at me.
Watching me like no one elese could,
with love deep within.

They are, too beautiful.
And so is she.

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