Brown is the coffee that you drink,
Every morning in the shop we first met in.
Brown is the leaf that flitted down, down, down,
Until it hit you in the face on our walk through the park on our first date.
Brown are your eyes,
That I get lost in while you talk.
Brown are the freckles on your cheek,
My thumb brushes over them as my lips are pressed to yours for the first time.
Brown is my hair,
That is sprawled across our pillows as we hold each other close in our shared bed.
