He Looks Into My Eyes
by Gaille Hunter
He looks into my eyes
and I turn aside
But he looks into my eyes
and won’t let me hide
He looks into my eyes
and I want to swim
into his sea of passionate rhythm
and live as twin stars in a heaven of eternal now
He looks into my eyes
And there are no yesterdays
And just like that you’re inside my mind
Filling up the spaces crowding all the traces of my senses
The right time
Not trying to hide
Dance too close to the flame of love
Learn to honor the game of love
Remember the nights you craved a life
That vanished in a whisper
Sit back - this won’t take long
Relax and pour my soft silky mist
Across the room
About the Creator
Gaille Hunter
Gaille "Gypsy Heart" Hunter is a visual artist as well as a singer-songwriter, poet and fashion designer.
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