Held in the Promise of Our Eyes

Would I seek you with abandon?
Am I captured by your eyes?
Would I wrap you in affection,
and hold you till we die?

Yes to each and every question.
Our loves might not be lost.
For you I’d kneel and place a tear
with no thought of future costs.

Our words are short as life itself
that parts with morning’s lies.
But for each night we’ll sparkle and shine,
held in the promise of our eyes.