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.
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