Happy eyes do not need the sun

Happy eyes do not need the sun

For they, like yours, have a light of their own –

A cutting light the demons shun

That confesses to a kind, ageless soul.

Brown upon brown, they draw me in;

I can’t look away nor could I leave

One who burns with a burning passion –

With an innocence I dare not displease

And when I look into your eyes –

My loneliness is burnt to a dry ember.

I know your happiness derives

From within and they who see remember.

Shine for others, shine for me

But don't forget that they’re mine to own –

Mine to write of with jealousy;

Your eyes alone are worthy of a poem.