Even though it seduces,
I wouldn't call you a seductress.
Even though it demands,
I wouldn't name you a dictator.
Even though it brings tears to my eyes
I wouldn't call you a sadist.
Yes! I don't know what to call your eyes!
The way you use them to speak to me,
Looking at me from the corner of them,
Daring me to lose them out of sight,
With a mischievous smirk on your lips,
I fear to even blink
For you might just blink and vapor.
You can make me a poet,
With just a flicker of them
Or just waltz a duet,
To the child-like joy of mine.
You can go on and be mean,
Showing fire, to fry me proper.
True, I don't know what to call your eyes!
Have me glimpse inside your soul,
Opening them like windows,
Or shut them up to tune me out.
The only thing I haven't seen yet
Is Love in your eyes.
Yes, Let some Love into them,
And fix them on me, dear,
See them bring life into my own
And have a life of their own.
