I was just sitting by my window writing poems when I saw your eyes. Brown like chocolate. Maybe you made me blush, maybe a little. I've never seen a girl like you. Wavy brown hair. I'd take a minute out of my night to talk to you.
But the phone rings, and I don't know what to say. Maybe I'll see you again in the summer. Brown like chocolate. You took my breath away for a minute, a little stunned and blind.
The phone rings again, but no one's on the other end of the line. My room is a mess. I'd bring you here, maybe take you to see the full moon someday.
I was just sitting by my window writing poems when I saw your eyes. Brown like chocolate. Maybe you made me blush, maybe a little. I've never seen a girl like you. I'd touch you gently, respecting your space and your time.
But the phone rings, and I don't know what to say. Maybe I'll see you again in the summer. Brown like chocolate. You took my breath away for a minute, left me a little dazed and blind. My room is a mess. I'd bring you here, maybe take you to see the full moon someday.
Your eyes. I got lost in them. Now I'm blind and dazed.
Brown like chocolate.
Judson Kaique, July 27, 2026