She looked out at a lonely star,
And heaved a heavy weary sigh,
So loved by many from afar,
Yet no one stood at her side,

She brushed her brown hair from her eyes,
Away from the dark brown pools,
That reflect your soul when you realize,
That those who do not love her are fools,

How could this girl so fair and strong,
Yet with a gentle soul,
Be hurt so badly and done wrong,
When you should gently hold,

This girl who makes me glad to be,
Alive and so aware,
That she's a better person than me,
The girl with dark brown hair,

I wish I was there by her side,
Even though she doesn't need,
My presense there for her to hide,
The heartfelt wounds she bleeds,

If only I had wings to fly,
To her, to share her pain,
I wish I could, I wish to try,
To make her whole again,

But now she hides her feelings deep,
Behind a pretty smile,
A smile that makes me keep,
Some hope just for a while,

I hope she knows just how I feel,
And feels the love I send,
This love is true, this love is real,
My love to you my friend.

~by elfboy~

*note: This rhyme as you can tell has no relation whatsoever to Van Morrison's Brown Eyed Girl. :) This was for a friend.