Who Says Brown is Boring?

So Dark;
Spirals of Chocolate Creme
Cascading around the face.
So Deep;
Pools of molten Molasses
And of Honey,
Just a Trace.
A Dream;
Ebony Surrounds the Soul,
Globes of fire encased.
But in the face
Is just a trace
Of pain hidden by shadows;
Of loneliness covered by smiles;
Of Want hidden by Chocolate Creme...
Chocolate, honey, molasses and ebony
Are so sweet it may seem
That there are no imperfections~
But I know.
I can see through the molasses into the fire.
I can see your soul.