Innocent eyes torment me to grief,
Remembering their every shade and expression.
Time stops when I look at them,
Feels like looking into god’s reflection.
I would never be able to forget,
Forget that sparkle and glare..
They bore into my deepest being..
With that nasty stare..
Grief at missing them for life,
I prayed there could be another way.
I want to look into them forever.
For I have traveled but in my heart they stay.
Tell me eyes what am I seeking,
for answers you hold I know are true.
My eyes are tired and old,
all the light has gone, they can see only you.
So I wait here for your look or glance,
Come back, look at me or stare.
For I am sure In those Eyes I saw a flicker of god’s flare.