My eyes and eyes of yours
Talked,
Words were bold,
The story told
Was old.
From the time of ice cold,
One has hold
Another's heart
(It is not very smart
For the heart to be art,
The hanging picture
In a gaze of another
Creature,
Who can dump it
Deep in a mixture
Of just memories).

My eyes and eyes of yours
Talked;
with no remorse
You let your gaze
Burn mine in
a hazel
Haze.