As eyes go, yours

As eyes go, yours are nice enough.
Brown and warm, like, well...let's not go there.
But you have nice eyes, as I've said.
It's strange that there are not many gems
that color. It's a pretty color, but
what to compare it to?
Who cares about the blue, blue sky!
When did the sky ever touch you? Sink down instead
go on your knees to the deep rich earth, sink your fingers
into the loam. The earth has tones
richer and warmer than the empty air can boast.
Yet who wants to be told: your eyes, they are as dirt to me?
They are as the soil, rich with life and flecked with gold and precious ores?
That's a good way to get your head smacked sideways
by the girl with the pretty brown eyes.