My soul envies my eyes, my heart longs to see Just for one moment. For my eyes have done what I Have failed to do: held you. How long have I looked at you laugh And cried inside? How have I drowned I love you From fighting to your lips but with my tears? And yet I strive, I yearn, I hope You will see me and An envious heart in your chest might revolt; I might inspire some holy endeavour in your soul You look into my eyes, hold my gaze
I look away You understand now I was too open too fast and again you know me better All of me was in my eyes but I couldn't find your heart I suppose it wasn't there for me to find.
The ending is what I'm most hesitant about. In life and literature.