by Michelle Longo-Bloom

Created on: November 11, 2008

It's your tender words

In your deepened voice

It's your sweetened style

And your protective choice.

It's your eyes that see the depths of me

So mystically and clairvoyantly

Your deep, dark eyes, they radiate,

They see my being; they see my fate

They perceive straight through me

Your deep, dark eyes

And see all my strife and life's demise

It's your deep dark eyes somehow, someway

They tell me everything's going to be okay

And in some strange way they make me feel

Undeniably whole and undoubtedly real.

It's the way they see

From a photograph

It's what they see

The way your eyes; they glare and cast.

Does your heart see what your eyes, they see?

And will they both see us; you and me?

It's the gestures that you often make

So genuine and never fake

That opens up my heart so wide

At the risk of losing all my pride

So unadulterated like a child's

Across the many, many miles.

It's your inner soul's untainted truths

That come gaping and prancing through and through

It's with the deepest honor and respect

So dearly I admire you.

It's the way they see

From a photograph

It's what they see

The way your eyes; they glare and cast.

Does your heart see what your eyes, they see?

And will they both see us; you and me?

Your character, it shines so bright

Your compassion exudes such beaming light

You're sensitive to the center core

A gift to hold; to savor and adore

A gift of delicacy, of sheer distinction;

To be treasured forever and ever more.

There are no facades; no pretenses

Everything is real and greatly cherished

Always honest; warm and true

Special is what I feel with you

It's the way they see

From a photograph

It's what they see

It's the way your eyes; they glare and cast.

Does your heart see what your eyes, they see?

And will they both see us; you and me?

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