Happy eyes need not the sun

Happy eyes need not 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 forget not that they’re mine to own
Mine to write of with jealousy;
Your eyes alone are worthy of a poem.