Your Eyes

Your eyes were pools of blue.
They weren't the best part of you,
For the part of you I found
Was your view of life; so profound.
Your voice, the sound that Angels sing,
Would draw me to you, once again,
But you have left and gone away
And shan't return here, if I stay,
For a lost love, is what you are.
A lovely, beautiful shining star.
I miss you now, most every day
And I will write until I've gone away.