It is said, eyes be windows to the soul,
Where both pleasure and agony doth speak
And of hours dancing upon grassy knoll
Stretching upward ascending mountain peak.
Climbing mysterious heights incognito,
While peering over masked intricacies.
Your vassal of love, death n’er can veto,
Accepting mine idiosyncrasies.
In the black of night and pale white of day,
Thine heels hath wings that dance about with joy.
Your beauty the key that opens the way,
For flowers that bloom art nature’s envoy.
To mine heart and soul, a crooning blue jay
That spritely doth fly begging you to stay.