Happy eyes do not need the sun

Happy eyes do not need the sun

   For they, like yours, have a light of their own -

A cutting light the demons shun

   That confesses to a kind, ageless soul.

Brown upon brown, they draw me in;

   I can’t look away nor could I leave

One who burns with a burning passion -

   With an innocence I dare not displease

And when I look into your eyes -

   My loneliness is burnt to a dry ember.

I know your happiness derives

   From within and they who see remember.

Shine for others, shine for me

   But don't forget that they’re mine to own -

Mine to write of with jealousy;

   Your eyes alone are worthy of a poem.