because your eyes were just a little bit sad
when you smiled
it seemed like your eyes knew
something your mouth wasn't letting on.
And that glint when you were thinking
some private joke I thought you'd share
with me later,
after everyone else had left.
Those eyes seemed like the only ones
which could look into mine
and see what was going on inside,
not for what was wrong or what was right,
but with humour and empathy's ready light.
I'd feel for the promise
the hint of sensitivity
of (im)maturity
of subtlety
of the something more.
Of the one
I'd never found
before.
I felt like mine could see - for a moment(!)
that spark of an internal landscape
that painted new horizons in my own
with the light of your eyes.
some private joke I thought you'd share
with me later,
after everyone else had left.
Those eyes seemed like the only ones
which could look into mine
and see what was going on inside,
not for what was wrong or what was right,
but with humour and empathy's ready light.
I'd feel for the promise
the hint of sensitivity
of (im)maturity
of subtlety
of the something more.
Of the one
I'd never found
before.
I felt like mine could see - for a moment(!)
that spark of an internal landscape
that painted new horizons in my own
with the light of your eyes.
And swiftly, I was felled.
