My Home

His eyes,

A love I can ne'er portray,

But for him, poem is my forte...

His eyes always reflected me, 

when mine own eyes

sought reasons to gaze upon him.

His eyes were the place I could name home.

His eyes were the warmth i could call my own...

Like the deepest ocean,

Like the darkest sky,

Alone in the gloom,

alone even when it did bloom

Yet thy eyes were all I yearned for.

It brought the calmness in my soul

It brought back the rhythm lost in my heart....

If ever its that hour of my demise

I shall pray to that God of death when he arrives-

To let my soul behold him once more.

To let my heart be at peace mi amore...

One final time, for this love to revive

One final time, to feel alive.

His eyes are my all,

My everything, my final call...

My Home....