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I've searched in faces everywhere |
for eyes |
that meeting mine engender |
| no surprise, |
| but joy and sorrow and a wish; |
| a longing that is flame, |
consuming all that isn't, |
illumining your Name. |
To bring you love is but to offer you your own. |
To worship is but yielding fruit |
you've sown. |
Your eyes, my love, are promises |
of kisses |
no mortal man can know. |
Do I dare? Do I dare |
| to turn around in me |
and set on trembling foot upon the path |
known also as abyss |
and face the windswept desolation |
of my heart? |
And could I think to win |
where gain is loss? |
Your eyes, my love, are portals |
to unfathomed night |
where purity in silence lies; |
where light, one piercing ray |
may turn my inner night |
to brightest day. |
| --Sam Ervin
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