Her Eyes Are Every Secret

Days go by,
With out a light in her eyes,
As we talk and chatter,
Her gentile smile begins to reappear.

In the early morn,
She wakes with helpless feeling,
Her Bible gives her comfort,
As she reads the words of her dear LORD,

You never know,
What she’s thinking,
Or how she feels,
But always remember her beautiful skills.

Her heart leaps,
With hunger for a voice,
That still hasn’t arrived,
From the tour it went on.

There are many places,
For many different feelings and thoughts,
But sometimes she needs reminding,
It’s her heart that counts.

I love her,
For who she is,
And I love her,
For what she does,

And how she sees life,
And why she remembers to smile.
But I ultimately lover her,
For what her heart brings,

Her day is lifted,
By a spirit above,
I pray that today,
Is like every other day,

Everything filled with all emotions,
And everything loved,
And every hurt,
But most of all for everything she reminds me of.