What magic do his eyes contain, That ease my heart and soothe my pain? Through their gaze, I see tomorrow, A love untouched by grief or sorrow. Those eyes – warm gold, like evening skies. Can calm the storm where silence lies. They shine with promises so true, A thousand dreams reflect their hue. Hidden amidst the crowd’s disguise, It’s only me they recognize. Those eyes that once made time stand still, Now move my heart against its will. Can eyes like his ever deceive? They taught me how to hope, believe. They turned my darkened nights to light, And made my world feel safe, and right. They made my heart skip, just once, twice And love felt real, and pure, and nice. They made me see beyond the pain, That love can bloom, and live again. Can those eyes still hold us near, Or was it just a dream – unclear? A fleeting warmth, a whispered art, That still resides inside my heart. And if it was a dream I knew, I’d stay asleep – to stay with you. For life without those tender eyes, Is dawn without its painted skies.