His Gleaming Eyes

His gleaming eyes are blue, like oceans vast; They study me with love and tender care; They tell a tale of trials long since passed, And dream of going where most wouldn’t dare. His heart makes music, like the beating drum; It gently beckons me to his embrace; It reassures me that we’ll overcome, And makes me feel at home in any place. His gentle hands still wield compelling strength; They labor for our livelihood and life; They hold my heart through the night’s dreaded length, And guide my way through sorrow, storm, and strife. I see that I’m his most treasured prize When I look into his gleaming eyes.