116. When Our Eyes Meet

Forgive me, dear girl,
Should my eyes trail to yours,
But you must understand...
Your beauty would conquer
The world;
I cannot help but look
Your way.
When cloud-covered skies pierce
My eyes,
I turn to your beauty to make
The sky blue again.
What you see in my eyes,
May not be ardor or joy,
But remember what you do see
Before these eyes trail off again.