Dawn

Such tenderness around the eyes. What is nestled there
Hiding deep beneath those protective brows,
And not afraid to meet my gaze?

I see them sparkling from their depths,
They are not afraid to be.
Fringed all ‘round with luxuriant lashes
They are not afraid to close.
Cradled in sofft, wise wrinkle patterns
They are not afraid to laugh.

Such brave and gentle, beautiful eyes
are a rare and precious thing,
And must truly serve a benevolent soul
WIth the power to make mine sing.

I lay this heart before those eyes,
And they see everything.
All the doubts I thought were a part of me
Fall away, and Love takes wing.