Ness,I wish she was mine,
yet she's not and we know she'll never be.
She likes me for my eyes;
that is clear,
but she doesn't love my soul.
Though the eyes said to be the windows of the soul;
her eyes are the key to my heart ;
her soul should be entwined with mine
through my eyes that lead to my soul;
should be the same for her
yet her eyes lead to my heart
fine her soul be my heart,
my heart lies with her
and she shall never know;
she will never know.
may it be
the fiery gates of beneath that bring my demise
or may it be
the keeper of my heart?.
For vivid eyes that lead to darkened hearts
for spherical flames that lead to colder climes
can only bring with all damper times.
For gabby men breed only false tales
while diffident and dead men tell no tales in all.
These wise thoughts
from a young soul vanish when my glance meets her
pulsed, fluttered,red faced;
Ness it seems i'm in love again.