ENDLESS EYES
She whispered in the night like restless sea,
a welcome bit of summer rain for me,
an Irish girl with eyes that have no end,
someone I needed as a very special friend.

There was no time to let a love to grow,
but love demanded, I should let her know;
in ways the world would never understand,
I gave it, as if every move was planned.

She wanted not one part of what it does,
but needed she to know, if love it was,
or is it just the loving of a friend,
from looking into eyes that have no end?
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    INSPIRATION OF YOUR EYES
Observing through all time and space,
and following into a chase,
but never catching what I've seen,
nor even knowing what I mean,
it's not a thing my mind can place.

Your eyes, so deep, I never know
where you might lead, where I must go,
but there I find what I must write,
the words, though sometime seeming trite,
and from your eyes they have to flow.

No less than what is meant to be,
the muse of you caresses me;
I wonder, is this love or not;
or something else, but don't know what,
and I must follow what I see.

Forever summer rain will fall,
into my life, and love is all
there is to be my wordly guide;
between each line is where I hide,
if I do less, then I have lied.

And so the truth I have to show,
revealing what I never know,
but wonder at, as words come on,
out of your eyes, where I have gone,
and been where only I could go.
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