Thine Eyes!

Thine eyes!
Blessed they be,
On whom they’d rise,
Blessed be ‘ll who’d see.
Thine eyes!

Thine eyes!
The mystique and the gleam,
Held in the glance that lies,
Blessed be the dream within,
Thine eyes!

Thine eyes!
A glimpse is all I’d long to steal,
A glimpse would make my day arise,
A glimpse, and how alive I’d feel!
Thine eyes!

Thine eyes!
Many a soul would elate,
Many a heart would agonize,
Many would yearn to relate,
Thine eyes!

Thine eyes!
An oasis in the desert of life!
Tell me of one who’d not prize
To make one’s own not strive? 
Thine eyes!

Thine eyes!
An oasis in the desert of life!
For pilgrims, then of what surprise
How would spite not be rife?
Thine eyes!

Thine eyes,
How I longed in them to be,
How to belong I’d surmise!
How I yet long to see,
Thine eyes!

Thine eyes!
Oh my dreams held so dear,
Never did materialize.
Yet for years I held so near,
Thine eyes!

Thine eyes!
Dreams it seems are not to rue,
In joy profound the heart cries,
When I behold and see in true,
Thine eyes!

Thine eyes!
When we brew the love so true
Grandeur the word belies,
The vow held in, as I do too,
Thine eyes!