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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.