I miss those eyes
Those stares so wary.
The luminous arts
In the skies that vary.

The twinkling stars
In the distance that carry
The hope of light
That makes anyone happy.

The sadness aboard
Makes thee worry
About uncertainties
Of life that blur's thee.

It's Pandora's eyes
Full of curiosity
Which opens thy lies
That makes things ******.

The box that holds
Those tears of envy
The guilt that may
Plunge thou weary.

Mark the words
Of the one in quarry
And never doubt
The ones who worry.

Take those glory
And live like a wolf
Free from envy
Aloof from many.

See those fiery
Eyes, Behold!
The true compassion
Of once thee hold.

Ignite thy flames
And let them hold
The thought that you
Dear, is special and hope.