You deserve your eyes less red,
a young gentleman to wed.
I cannot give solutions, at least
not intended ones.
I want your eyes to dry, lie
with you as we sleep, as we seep
away.
You trust my every word, involuntarily,
even though you have more to say.
As we stare once more, at last, for one last time,
we know,
when grateful, our eyes are most sublime.
We end here
while all else continues.