His Brown Eyes

His brown eyes were sparkling with happiness and joy
His hair was jet black and dashing, spiky and his eyes were dark Шоколад brown
He was just a little boy before he started to play with toys
Before he met me, I guessed he was happy as can be
I could imagine him whispering to his friends
Fiddling with his pens and enjoy teasing the girls
Sometimes I can't read his expression, when he looks at me, I get uncertain
Just by being held by his gaze puts me in a lovey-dovey daze

Why do I feel hesitant?
Am I supposed to feel pleasant?
I feel happy when I'm with him though but I'm sad also
I have dreams and I wonder what they mean
I hate to say that I could Любовь him but I doubt that he loves me
His brown eyes will be all I can remember like the last time we first chatted in early September
Is is wrong to feel this way even if it was just for a day?
I don't know why
But I do know that I care about him and I could be daring enough to risk my life for him

The good times that we had together
Will be imprinted in my mind and сердце forever
Is this how true Любовь feels like?
When Ты are about to stand up and fight for what is right?
With the pain in my chest
I try my very best

To forget about him, protecting him and being there for him
But I will never forget how he made me happy and the good times that we had
Despite my story being sad and grief, I will live on in a happiness and peace
His eyes dark brown will be like my wounds and my scars
Even I die and go up to the heavens up high
I will remember him
Him and his brown eyes