Cold Eyes

She does not like the cold look in his eyes,
When he looks up to meet her pleading glance;
She would have turned away, were she more wise,
But, she is daring and will take the chance
To challenge with a silent stare that shines
With tears that gather, ready to be shed;
She'd blush were she not sure that her designs
Are understood, for he's already read
The level of resistance that she has
To plans he's made for discipline, inclined
To press her to his lap: it's all because
He knows he must be cruél to be kind;
It's not as if she's unaware of this:
His cold eyes mark the fact that she is his.