They are the windows to the soul.
Those eyes of yours, so dark and deep,
Bore blinkless to my inner self
And leave me full of holes.
I'm like a rusty bucket here,
With my emotions leaking out.
Any reason now to pry away
The stare that holds my humble gaze
I long since gave up hope to find
And thus you see my naked mind.
I'm just human like the rest
And you seem alien to me.
Now trapped within your vision's quest
Even my heart becomes undressed
For all the world to see.
How could I come down to this?
Demolished by a simple look?
You are just my newborn
And you read me like a book
PB 27th March 2004
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