I see love! Through these eyes of mine bold and true, I see beautiful.
From lofty hills of green and olive trees that rise from within, simply beautiful.
A smile that brightens every gloomy day and paint's that face, truly beautiful.
Angels I see, usher her footsteps to the tune of heaven's mass choir, blissful.
Yes! I picture love beautiful through these eyes; ebony black to ivory white originally graceful.
Tender arms thrown carelessly around my resting neck in unconscious enlace;
Binding our hearts together in one goal and complete embrace.
I see butterflies in flight every time our lips lock in passionate kiss.
The curse of death would be washed had Romeo felt the half of what no man should miss.
For my very heart leaps into the for-ever-after at the thought of this peace so lovely.
To these eyes of mine is revealed love with rest, beautiful to be so lovely.
So do forgive, if for your thoughts and doubts I take no flimsy care,
If the sarcasm of choice in the place of truth I deny to even dare.
For the arrogance of intelligence in ignorance is always harder to bare.
This my vision is clear and splendid; engraved on hard rock, steady.
A blessing with no sorrows, excellent in design with nothing to borrow.
We grow old together and if be God, enter heaven like colours on a feather.
So Love I choose to see through these eyes only and none other.
With plans to fall ones then never again, at what will it falter.
My eyes ones opened then go blind, to see none other but her for ever mine.
If I but dream then to dream I choose; from this reality never to awaken, I choose.
Nothing is impossible to them that believe; Father's voice clearly resounds.
So for the love of these eyes, and to this love I see I am bound.
And my faith is forever standing unshaken on this solid grounds.
Beautiful! Oh! such beauty to see with my love eyes, beautiful.