In Scotland's embrace, where the highlands lie, Your green eyes hold tales beneath the wide sky. Red hair like autumn, flames bright and true, Across the seas, I am dreaming of you. Holy Week whispers with sacred grace, As Easter dawns to a hopeful place. Brownies shall cross the ocean's span, A sweet token sent from this distant land. In my eyes of brown, reflections of you, A brunette's love steadfast, warm, and true. Soon, we'll meet, God willing, face to face, In that cherished moment, time shall embrace. Until then, my dear, hold love near and tender, For miles can't diminish what hearts remember.