Windows

Windows

They say that the eyes

are the windows on the soul.

What I see in yours, my dear,

could just make me whole.

I see a perfect missing part

that fits exactly to my heart.

A piece that I’d not known I lacked,

an indisputable beautiful fact.

Diving deep into those dark pools,

you’re my teacher, I’m your fool.

Feeling things I’ve never known,

seeing sights in light that’s shone.

They say that the eyes

are the windows on the soul.

What I see in yours, my dear,

could just make me whole.

I have this urge for us merge,

in each others’ souls to surge,

swimming in our own sweet dreams,

the way it seems it’s always been.

I see a perfect missing part

that fits exactly to my heart,

a piece that I’d not known I lacked,

an indisputable beautiful fact.

Oh, they say that the eyes

are the windows on the soul.

What I see in yours, my dear,

could just make me whole.