By Haniel Neves
Let me look into thine eyes
And see the world which does arise,
From simple creatures and beating streams,
To cautious worlds and frantic things.
Nothing worrisome becomes me now.
I have nothing to fear, nothing to avow.
Yet when I see into your very eyes, I confess—
I must confess!
To all that I have done, to all that I have seen,
To all that I have dreamed and have ever even been.
Thine eyes, so teary, and mine—
Why must you cry? Do not weep anymore!
For my sake do not take pity, but love me more and more!
Do not ignore me, do not leave me to myself.
I cannot bear it, to see your eyes so lost now.
So forgotten is their gaze, they look past and dread
What should never be.
Let me look into thine eyes,
And forget the world which now you see!