I have sought eyes that I risked all to find,
Imprisoned in their sight; eyes that I longed to know
Were bright before light cast its antique spell,
Transfiguring love, which first (and last) is blind;
Eyes that held tears from which vast oceans flow,
Stirred secrets only other eyes can tell;
Learning how looks deceive the trust they sow,
Like ghostly mirrors, fated to remind.
Yet your gaze calls me back, dispelling fears
That, out of sight, the heart’s horizon fades:
Absence cannot be loss where we are whole
And moonstruck distance draws our mutual soul.
Recalling these sweet truths, your glance upbraids
This ‘I’ that, lacking you, sheds inky tears.
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