Beneath long lashes, misty clad,
Your limpid eyes are sometimes sad;
They bring to mind a homeless waif
Engulfed in rain with nowhere safe
Most times I find a cheerful light
Within your eyes that sparkles bright,
And though my thoughts I try to hide
My happiness wells up inside
At dawn I see your eyes aglow
Like founts through which your passions flow;
And when I’m low they always loom
Like morning glories through the gloom
Your smile ashine beneath my gaze
Effulgent eyes beam all ablaze:
A look, a touch, a kiss I yearn,
You slowly make my body burn
While at your side and in a heap
I scanned your eyes, half closed, asleep,
And as you slept with pillow clutched,
Your eyelids with my lips I touched
And if you’ve ever wondered why
I try to search within each eye,
Though past is past, your eyes remind
Of bygone times when love was kind
Yet, though your eyes still cast a spell
They seem to bid a fond farewell,
Reflecting but a fading storm
Although I know your thoughts are warm
But now our paths will part, alas,
For good things always come to pass;
Perhaps it lies within God’s ken
That someday we may meet again
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 12:37 PM UTC
Beneath long lashes, misty clad,
Your limpid eyes are sometimes sad;
They bring to mind a homeless waif
Engulfed in rain with nowhere safe
Most times I find a cheerful light
Within your eyes that sparkles bright,
And though my thoughts I try to hide
My happiness wells up inside
At dawn I see your eyes aglow
Like founts through which your passions flow;
And when I’m low they always loom
Like morning glories through the gloom
Your smile ashine beneath my gaze
Effulgent eyes beam all ablaze:
A look, a touch, a kiss I yearn,
You slowly make my body burn
While at your side and in a heap
I scanned your eyes, half closed, asleep,
And as you slept with pillow clutched,
Your eyelids with my lips I touched
And if you’ve ever wondered why
I try to search within each eye,
Though past is past, your eyes remind
Of bygone times when love was kind
Yet, though your eyes still cast a spell
They seem to bid a fond farewell,
Reflecting but a fading storm
Although I know your thoughts are warm
But now our paths will part, alas,
For good things always come to pass;
Perhaps it lies within God’s ken
That someday we may meet again