Looking Into His Eyes
I love to wake him up, when he’s sleep.
When I can’t sleep our eyes shall meet.
He teaches me music, art, and history.
He shows me all I want to see.
When I look into his eyes, I see honesty.
When it is raining and thundering outside,
We don’t see eye to eye.
I think he is afraid of the storming sky.
When the wind is blowing,
He can’t stay focused on what he needs to show me.
When the weather calms down,
He starts to come around,
And then it will be him and me.
When it is late at night,
And he starts to overheat,
I can’t say no, but I need my sleep.
I must turn him away until another day.
Soon again our eyes shall meet.
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