Do your eyes follow the stream?
I know, I heard your silent scream.

Even though you secretly thought
that nobody would.

That none would do everything
that they could
to do you good.

There is something about your eyes,
that makes me think of you as the ultimate prize.
Like the heavens in disguise.

Beautiful and fierce,
the way they pierce my soul
and leaves it warm,
yet so very cold.

It´s hard to be brave and bold,
when you look at me so innocently,
and those emeralds of your's trap me perfectly.

Oh! How I love that gaze!

Despite it turning
my mind into a maze,
with its invisible rays.

Is this too much praise?

Whatever I do, I miss you.
I just want to kiss you!

Tell me:  
How can a giver alter a river
to flow both ways?

While he's dazed, crazed
and his heart is ablaze?