Your Eyes

I do not care to have you speak,

     Though love within your whisper lies;

If you would tell me of your love,

     Please tell me with your eyes.

I love to search their deep blue depths,

And read the truth you can’t disguise;

If you have aught to tell me, love,

     Please tell it with your eye.

Your voice is soft, and sweet and low,

     And music in your whisper lies;

But somehow when you speak of love

     I want it from your eyes.

They tell far more than lips can tell,

     Which some deep truth would fain disguise;

There’s nothing hidden from my gaze

     When you speak with your eyes.

June 26, ‘05