I will grant you eternal life, Something I don’t have the power to give, So long as you always look in my eyes And never drop your gaze. You look different the longer I watch you; The more I take note of your features— Count every individual freckle on your face. In my eyes, you become someone else; Somebody no one else will ever see— Slowly, you become mine, As I become yours. I have memorised every speck of brown In your green eyes; every strand of your hair. When I look in your eyes, I see only truth and a chance to be new again; A chance to be exactly who I was born to be. Yet, the burning in my skin holds me back. Perhaps it is a reflex, Something I could never control, That forces me to eventually look away From the face I know and love so silently.