Encircled Lens Holds Sun like Leaves in Spring

(a sonnet)    
     
Encircled lens holds sun like leaves in Spring,    
With sprite-ly flash that speaks eternal light.    
No words they own, or melodies to sing,      
But fill my eyes, as if just given sight.    
     
I wonder what she sees when eyes find me,    
If lust invoke, or want, or heart’s desire?    
For me, I would devour all I see,    
And never stop until all strength expire.    
     
Though love may be, it’s not the poet’s song,    
But scribed in grown, in flesh, in sweat, in scent.    
A desperate need to which our souls belong,    
That bares to wounds and scars when time is spent.    
     
  Like hungry children, feasting done, we part,    
  And still that gaze steals pieces of my heart.