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Those brown eyes
As the days grow older
As the warm grows colder
As his fire burns bolder
If not for him to behold her
A timeless classic caught in the Amber
A case not to involve tamper
Both free
The wings of freedom soar
The courage of a lion leaves no more
To be swept promptly beneath what is kept in store
His love beats for her as if he had felt it before
No look to be mistaken
No find to be rigorously shaken
Quite obvious the look to be taken
Those brown eyes cause a confident man to be awaken
Yet to find his angel in His presence
He vacated space to nomadic tenants
Not one to shy a swift passer-bier
Held open armed without a hint of desire
His fire burns deep for one true being
Without seeing and absolutely no reason
The rhyme of time
Echoes faintly a chant of change
Heard through every secret and pulse
With no hinder he endures the strain
Diving through the deep
Only to climb to the tallest of tall
We might have a chance to fall
If only chance gave me the reason to be me at all.
I like your rhyme patterns in
I like your rhyme patterns in this poem.
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