It was told to me that,
eyes are the window,
through to ones soul.

When I look inside of hers,
I want to be the one,
that makes her whole.

Believing in life's mysteries;
I was somehow guided,
to my perfect woman.

Anytime I think of her,
in my heart I know,
she is my true one.

Our hearts; quite the pair,
higher capacity levels,
of putting others' above.

Every twinkle in her eyes,
will be a reflection,
of my devoted love.

Each time that she smiles,
hidden in her thoughts,
I claim responsibility.

In the eyes of this artist,
my Queen is a beauty,
to be loved delicately.*

Copyright ©2015 Jamie Johnson