What is love in anothers eyes?
I have love within mine
that shimmers in the moonlit
and ignites within the rhythm of my heart.
But I see love in everyone
at which their eyes the only truth.
Many colors and many sights
befitting their truest desire.
And what do they see?
What do they "love"?
When their eyes scream with
the crackles of a thousand fires.
Where does this love settle?
Their heart a continuous pattern
but their eyes petrified,
stuck like stone in their skulls.
What is their love for something?
For their eyes glow when they see many things
but only few people can cast a shadow
in which their eyes create.
So why must someone look the other direction
when someones eyes look their way.
Forever held in the unknown
for their eyes never met.