The Look of Love

THE LOOK OF LOVE The very moment that we met I knew something was here much more than I could see your eyes reached out as still they always do and flow throughout the very deepest me. I wonder at the light that comes from you that sudden glow--is it because of me? and do you feel the warming that I do that pounding of the heart--do others see? There's not a thing in life that I've been through I might compare with what it does to me the moment you appear, what can I do but melt into what you can plainly see? Whatever can I do--how can it be each time our eyes first meet it conquers me?