Is it true that your eyes tell a story?
Is it true that they hold the glory of your past?
Is it true that they display the shame of your yesterday?
Or do they just hide the lies yet untold?
Your love for her yet to unfold.
It was those same eyes that gave me joy to behold.
No wonder she finds delight in them too.
And boy do they shine for her, glisten and light up for her.
Now I’m left with blank spaces lacking capacity to love my galaxies.
How did we get here lover?
Maybe my eyes were bursting with so much colour and dreams that scared you.
So you chose
black and white, brown and white.
Something calm, someone whose fire wasn’t wild.
Maybe my eyes witnessed your every flaw and still had much love for you and you felt undeserving.
Or maybe we never saw eye to eye to begin with.
Even though my eyes have cried tears for you.
Even though my eyes have been shut tight in prayer for you.
Even though my eyes have lost sight of the truth for you.
Even though my eyes tell the story of a lost lover.
I want you to know that
These eyes will always behold you with your imperfections yet still love you.
These eyes will beautify your soul and shine for you.
These eyes will be waiting for you to come home.