The Girl with the Brown Eyes
As Davis stood to read his poem in class, he mind rushed with embarrassment. He knew that this act would gain or lose Kari. He was ready. He walked in front of class. "So, a poem for class. What's next, we recite Shakespeare?" Davis gave a faint chuckle. He got a few people to giggle.
"Maybe it would serve a better punishment?" Davis' English teacher remarked. Davis saw Kari put her hand on her mouth to refrain herself from laughing. He was ready. That smile that he had loved for years. He wanted it.
"Sorry. This poem is called 'The Girl with The Brown Eyes:'
She sees me everyday, yet she doesn't look at me,
I see her everyday and I see the beauty that she is,
Her brown eyes hold the beauty of the world
Yet her eyes look through me
As though I carry no beauty.
Could it be that her brown eyes see no beauty in me?
Could it be that her brown eyes see me and I am the one who fears to look?
Her brown eyes reflect the perfection that she is,
Reflects the perfection in her soft brown hair,
Reflects the perfection in her soft, clean, clear, light skin,
Reflects her beautiful figure.
And yet, her brown eyes refuse to see the beauty in me.
Or is it because she is in fear?
For her beautiful brown eyes fear the gaze of judgment,
Her beautiful brown eyes wish to never be hurt or to hurt,
Her eyes reflect the beauty of others and no one else,
She fears to reflect the beauty that is within herself,
She never wants to be more or less significant,
Because of this, she fears to look in my eyes.
But she is important.
For it is not her brown eyes that reflect the beauty that is her,
It is my eyes that see the beauty that she is.
In my eyes, there can never be anyone more beautiful
Than the girl with the brown eyes.
As Davis finished, he looked out to Kari who was sobbing. In her brown eyes, he could the beauty that she felt from his poem. The entire class grew quiet with amazement with how Davis stuck his neck out for a chance to get the girl he has loved. To top it off, he did so in a public setting. Davis bowed his head and as he walked to his seat Kari stood in front of him.
"Davis, I always knew you were a beautiful person," Kari said as she leaned in to him and kissed him. The class gave an uproar for Davis' bravery. "I have always seen the beauty you've carried." Kari cried. And she kissed him again. Davis knew for certain that there was no one as beautiful than his girl with the brown eyes.