Through your sparkling eyes,
I see the glorious other half
of my soul rooted in exile,
Lingering locked in an impasse.
Whispers from deep in your eyes,
I hear a soul in relentless pursuit
of what is true to the silent cries
of a heart troubled and marooned.
Looking into your beautiful eyes,
Lost in the gaze, holding hands,
Ends the longing of two lost souls,
worthy of the long disconnected days.
Nothing else matters no more,
Until they part again for the night;
In patience, burning to the core,
yearning to be connected every night.