Your Eyes
YOUR EYES
Your eyes have gone from heat and desire
From flame and fire…
In your eyes I used to see warmth and concern
I knew it was for me you would burn…
Your eyes were quick to laugh and have fun
Such humor there, not to be out done…
But now – in your eyes – coolness dwells,
No wanting there – only contempt swells
As your gaze sweeps over me
No laughter seen, only coldness beams
Whenever our eyes meet,
In mine…
Only tears.
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