Happy Eyes Do Not Need the Sun

Happy eyes do not need the sun For they, like yours, have a light of their own – A cutting light the demons shun That confesses to a kind, ageless soul. Brown upon brown, they draw me in; I can’t look away nor could I leave One who burns with a burning passion – With an innocence I dare not displease And when I look into your eyes – My loneliness is burnt to a dry ember. I know your happiness derives From within and they who see remember. Shine for others, shine for me But don't forget that they’re mine to own – Mine to write of with jealousy; Your eyes alone are worthy of a poem.