Sep 2014
Eyes of new and old,
As deep as the sea,
Golden eyes as cold,
As eyes that watch over me.
Meet me there.
Run across the track.
I never watch you leave,
Please, come back.
As deep as the sea,
Golden eyes as cold,
As eyes that watch over me.
Meet me there.
Run across the track.
I never watch you leave,
Please, come back.
Brigitte's poem about Aiden. This is the first poem in my book Eternal.
