Her Deep Love Eyes
The deepness of her eyes profound,
Were hidden depths from view,
Those eyes bewitched, fair game was I,
Her tears were clear as dew.
I failed to see what yet might be,
In eyes of rich sweet wine,
I knew not where, I knew not when,
Those deep loved eyes be mine.
No oceans deep by contrast keep,
The wellsprings to her thought,
That I might one day be her beau,
Or seeking be as nought?
A soul-bride is my lovelorn fate,
Her eyes a thoughtful void,
Those hidden depths I couldn’t find,
Where soul rests gentle coiled.
Reflective deep I stilled the hour,
In gaze an age past time,
To find the source of deep pure eyes,
A soul I knew sublime;
No distant star as far away,
As the depths of her love-filled eyes,
I feared to face an unwished for truth,
In the tomb where a shunned heart lies.
Michael (Walsh) December 16 / 17 2013