When I look in his eyes
-Eyes of shattered glass blue-
I know somehow that his words are true.
I see in his eyes
What I've not seen before.
I see the old things
But also much more.
In the dark eyes before his
I saw only greed
(Desire and lust are more what I mean).
Now in his eyes I see that too,
But only after looking through
The love, respect, and tenderness
That accompanies each caress
When his fingers dance across my face.
The love that's ours is not a race
To add a conquest to his list,
No, but to savor every kiss.
So I think that this could last
Unlike the others in my past.