If I should pass you once in life, whilst walking this well trod Path,
Think not upon these deep dark eyes, that watch the world, and look
Within, to where the deeper mystery lies.
For these dark eyes may draw you in, and summon you to look
Within. In hope, in joy, you’ll laugh and prance, and join with me in
Spritely dance, to laugh amongst the trees and flowers, and love to
Make for many hours.
Think not, upon these eyes you see, for they, are just a part of me.
A pebble strewn on shingle beach, a simple fruit, just out of reach,
A star upon the heavens veil.
These darkened eyes will soon to pale, they draw you now but just as sure will they
soon turn your heart away, think not upon mine
Eyes I say!

For they have seen all that you seek. In warrior brave and maiden meek.
Think not upon mine eyes alone, lest they should shed a single
Tear, which rests upon my cheek.
For this, my single tear of life, shall always, near or far, remain,
Sometimes of joy, though oft of pain, that
tear ,its journey shall begin,
And not to weep for loves lost dream, or all the hurt and pain between.
Nor there to show this joy of heart, as here, within new
Love we start.
Oh no! This tear thats grown from youth, has always been,
A tear of truth.
A truth that lays within my heart, whene’er a love may end, or start,
Whene’er I feel my mother’s love, a gift, a blessing from a dove,
Or dark and mystic notes that ring, and fall upon my
Raven’s wing.
This tear, I shed for you my love, that you may find your truth,
Don’t gaze into my eyes of love, and fall,
Bewitched in youth.

Maélwys /|\