His Eyes When I look deep into his eyes, I see wonder and whole. The power, the happiness, the window to his soul. His happiness in full Like cherry trees in mid spring, warm like a summer morning, cool like the clear blue stream. As I look deeper into his eyes, I feel sad. The blue fades out and the weeds start to sprout. Away goes the happiness, goodbye to the summer morn. The stream turns to grayness, Oh, those eyes I used to adorn.Birth sign: Aries
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