Brown

(I don't think i can call it a poem I'm not sure what to call it) A short love story?

I quickly notice brown becoming part of my everyday life.
The way i use brown in my paintings more so than ever.
So much to the point I realize that I have been sitting here staring
at what once was a white canvas now completely covered in brown.
Almost as if staring at the color would bring me closer to her.

I'd paint a million canvas brown if it meant i could feel about her how i used to.

Her eyes matched her hair, a simple brown.
Yet I can't recall a time that i had ever seen the color brown look so beautiful as it did on her