IN THE LIGHT OF HER EYES ~BY CYRIL JOHNSON
When I fall into your eyes, the world grows gentle, slow,
Like a hush upon the ocean when the evening breezes blow;
When I fall into your eyes, the world grows gentle, slow,
Like a hush upon the ocean when the evening breezes blow;
You’re the moon – calm, perfect, admired by all,
Everywhere you go, eyes follow your call.
I thought only green mountains could relax me,
Until I saw her facile face.
As you inhaled your final breath,
no longer clinging to health,
you spoke a vivid memory of me
You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms.
She tended to his wounds with gentle care,
A love so strong, yet forbidden to share.
Your gaze rushed at me like waterfalls
Dropping rainbows on my heart
My first love killed herself,
Not in the way you think,
Not with a gun to her head,
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height