Those Eyes

With warmth and brilliance, her eyes do shine,
With whom she leaves her eyes, tis no matter.
If only she could turn those eyes to mine;
This emptiness inside, we could shatter.
For me, though only one gaze, twas enough,
Melted down my years long wall like butter;
Softness replacing that which was once tough,
Saying something I myself shan't utter.
And then her eyes did turn to her own hands,
Throughout myself a brand new feeling soared.
My body urged me on with it's demands,
But lust I knew, never offered reward.
Love was not actually mine this day,
But for you, my love, everyday i pray.