Your eyes they seem distant.
They fill me with great curiosity.
When I called your name,
you looked at me and smiled.

I remember the warmth of it.
It was the hope for a disaster.
Like a torch in a dark cave,
I'll find my way home to you.

Your eyes they paint the art in me.
It was a masterpiece.
Like a paintbrush surfing through the
waves of purity.

I burn in every gaze.
Like a phoenix dying, revived only by your love.

That warmth of your smile,
I imagine myself melting.
Staring at your homeless smile.

I long for you.
My favorite eyes and lips.