Burning Eyes of Day

Her darkened room protected her or so she had once thought As through her blinds she peered at me, not expecting to get caught While working in my backyard, I placed my shirt there on a chair The sun had worn my skin to bronze, while sweat was on my hair While tending all my chores through the better part of day She must have stayed there watching me, her place, not give away Yet, somehow on the back of me I had felt, there was a gaze I often turned to look about, but no one, so amazed Then, in the corner of my eyes, a shadow moved, I could see A blind had shifted, then the curtain, oh who could this be? I continued on, to not let on and circled my way around Going just so ever quietly, not wanting to make a sound When in the room, I thrust the door to find her standing there She ran to me, so eagerly and ran her fingers through my hair She told me she was watching me and couldn’t stop the stare I told her it was quite alright as I really didn’t care For why would I, when this wife of mine, so eagerly excites Our passion that can overcome, it so easily ignites