I Peer Into Your Eyes
I peer into your eyes and only dream
Of tranquil seas reigned over by the moon,
Of the fresh morning and its stunning gleam,
Or the proud skylark and its flowing tune.
I touch your downy skin and I can feel
The soft caress of dew on tender moss,
Whose mild embrace can comfort, soothe and heal
The aching grip of bitter grief and loss.
I taste your tender lips and I forget
That both our youth and beauty fly away,
But I remember that I’m in your debt
In ways which I can never hope to pay.
I think of you and then I understand
How fortunate I’ve been to grasp your hand.
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