Looking into passionate eyes,
blue with golden sun in skies.
Eyes in which there is so much to see,
as I continue to look, I wonder what will be.
Caught in their spell, I continue to look,
they tell so much, it could easily fill a book.
Sometimes I wonder why these passionate eyes,
keep holding me fast, they look so wise.
As I continue to stare it comes clearer,
it’s time for me to stop,
looking in the mirror.
