The Birth of You and Me
THE DEEP OF YOUR EYES
I still remember falling through your eyes;
the deep of longer nights, what love can do;
I saw you cry, and living someone's lies,
believing every line; the pain of you.
I still can feel the warmth that is your life,
your reaching out, your begging for a friend;
as searching for someone without a knife;
yes I recall your eyes, they have no end.
I still remember Love was born that night,
and stays alive in sweet and summer rain;
the birth of We, the birth of dark and light,
the deep of never ending life in pain.
I still hold dear the locking of our eyes,
and all the joy that comes from truth and lies.
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