Eyes of a lover

Eyes of the lover
By: mae sealy

Heart beating, palms sweating stomach churning
All to what one can hide
Something inside, something held with pride are
The eyes of one's lover.
More than just the color, more than just the shape
The deepest most plummeted emotions one shall never escape
Are the eyes of one's lover.
The look they give from a small corners glance
To the passionate stare of intimate romance
Are all from the eyes of one's lover.
Nothing can ever once replace
The chase
The race
The most comforting heart touching place
That comes from the eyes of one's lover.