My Eyes

Should one worry in this world of true belief
Or shed the tears of simpletons – foretold

The essence of true feelings – taken – sold
To fickle sorts discerning hollow eyes

Choices field the art of understanding
Tolerance the art of love held dear

Pray – be pleased we fall for goodness
Ne’er for bad – for bad be but a lurgy

And sad be but a way to fall to ground
No thoughts explained – no whisper –
Not a sound

False pleasure be but just that – false
Devoid of desire – yet to see or feel

One cannot steal the feelings
Others have and doth enjoy

My love – my love – is all you need
A winged desire – a world’s surprise

Look nowhere else but straight and clear –
Look nowhere else but right into my eyes.