Answer in My Eyes

When the past, a cold shadow, rises with questions that come to haunt you, and the voice of doubt that in your chest surges, wanting an echo of what’s gone, to pursue

Don’t search in words, forever uncertain, nor in my accounts devoid of passion your answer is revealed in my gaze, and in my chest, full confirmation.

For when I look into your eyes, hazel-hued, of clear brightness, I shed the marks of the past and plunge into your candid love.

Fear is gone, the hurt dissolves in that instant, mute and singular, for what the mouth is not capable of, the eyes, in silence, know how to speak.

Years of history turn to dust before your gaze, my divine magnet you are, in the present, my greatest certainty, and of my future you are the host.