The ones that speak my heart aloud,
The ones that search within the clouds,
The ones who rage without a shout,
The ones who trace a grin, a pout,
My eyes are the ones who steal,
A glance at the stranger across the street,
My eyes that give away my try,
To hide, beneath my faithful lie,
Eyes, who cry my heart’s
ordeal,
My smile without them is bleak,
Eyes dream within the darkness steep,
Eyes that drown, but never cheat,
Eyes that weep, but sure defeat,
The windmill of time, conquered like a fleet,
With the memories, that my eyes reap.
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