Romance Poem: YOUR EYES, by Thomas Benstead

Your eyes, your eyes,
How kindly were your eyes!
They glistened when you heard me say your name!
And it was clear from that first glance,
A blossoming of new romance
Revealed itself within your radiant eyes.

Your eyes, your eyes,
How fiery were your eyes!
They shone with passion of new love aflame!
Your kisses sweet gave much delight,
But greater still came from the sight
Of joy that danced in your resplendent eyes.

Your eyes, your eyes,
How brilliant were your eyes!
They shimmered when I said that you were mine!
Entwined were we in our embrace—
Yet did I see, perhaps, a trace
Of doubt emerge within those lovely eyes?

Your eyes, your eyes,
How sombre were your eyes!
Your honeyed words, your eyes they did betray!
You glanced away when I leaned in;
But I know not what slight or sin
I did to dim those great, once-radiant eyes.

Your eyes, your eyes,
How absent were your eyes!
How apposite it was to hide your eyes!
Your text was clear that we were through,
And nevermore I’ll see the hue
Of those fine gems—oh how I miss your eyes!