In the depths of your eyes, they show of a weekness, as the blind one's love reveals.
How bound they are with the strength of a loves bondage, to hold such a untold story.
In your heart, though it beats by a rythem, even now the deaf ears of love can't hear.
Though its not for the huntress of the open sea.
If you dare apon it, mabie it might be for the goddess of the moon. As you glance up, and to witness her light shine apon you.
Your lips are so tempting like the morning dew is to the window paine, after the effects of a lovers moon.
Even though as your body holds my embrace, how warm and inticing it is.
As this story goes, you may look apon my eyes, to reveal the truth in your eyes as it shows only a trace of a lovers mist
By Kris Mauch
