Happy Eyes Need Not the Sun

Happy eyes need not 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 forget not that they’re mine to own Mine to write of with jealousy; Your eyes alone are worthy of a poem.