Designed by grace.

What story told by truest eyes' his looks of Blue
like skies ,

not common nor avarage, to compare
Like foreign, other guys

I once glanced the ocean
Within my lover's youth

Told of hearts and others things, the light of soul
Has truth

In every story holds
A page, where lover's come to pause'

And see upon, reflection
Great things hath come
To cause

A further view, like windows, he sleeps in another time

In places where the snow does falls, not warm bestowed as mine

I imagine while he's dreaming so, a peaceful look there on his face

And hold my breath
Upon his heart, his eyes
Designed by grace.