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.
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.
Brigitte's poem about Aiden. This is the first poem in my book Eternal.