Beautiful Eyes
Beautiful eyes
But they do not see.
So blind, so very blind...
How I give myself to thee
Pouring out my heart
A river.
A smile to hide the pain
I long to touch your face again...
Run my fingertips
Upon your saccharine skin.
I strive in vain
Through tears that fall
Such bitter rain.
To savor that sweet kiss
To feel you in my arms.
Just one more moment
Yet always does it seem
I miss...
Those beautiful eyes
They no longer seem to see
Only me.
2007-07-29
18:10:36
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