I think of your eyes,
And though part of me tries,
I loose words,
Only feelings come to mind,
Words for which I cannot find,
Only left to sigh,
A quiet quickness in my chest,
A nervousness sums up the rest,
But when you're there,
Oh, no feeling can compare,
With each gaze in my eyes,
I contemplatively surmise,
That if that gaze could but be mine,
Surely would my heart be thine.
