If my eyes were just the only things
That decide the sight that light brings
Then my mind would realise
There’s more than this behind your eyes.
I want to know but never will
What at most gives you a thrill
And I would, when our eyes meet,
Lay rose petals at your feet.
I’d stroke your hair of luscious brown
I’d craft from silk a darling gown
I’d do much more I think, I know,
If I could watch your smile glow.
I could then start to realise
That what is shown to these my eyes
Is what I longed for all along
And breaks the birds out into song.
Oh what is this cacophony
If not delightful symphony?
It is your voice, your laugh, my dear
Music caressing my ear.
And all at once with sudden force
The day it takes us on this course
Like river raging, fast and wild
I wish us to be calm and mild.
So who is this I write about?
Someone I long for still no doubt
And it is true and she knows naught
And I contain this to a thought.
© Kris Blackburn 11/01/2016