EYES
Deep in the forest, where the world is mine,
and lost to everyone I've ever known,
so dark in day where sunlight doesn't shine
except in silver streams all mine alone,

she came in gentle, warm and summer rain,
out of a misty light, with searching eyes,
and all to soon she found all joy and pain
before I had the time to realize.

I'd never be the same, from just that look,
into her eyes, so deep and far away,
and then she read my life, her opened book,
my heart had bared to her that summer day.

The fear of God is all I can compare
to how she looked, and how she found me there.
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