Look At Your Eyes

If I were to kiss you upon your brow would you ask me if you could return the favor?

Begging for my head to bow as you love me like the man whose love you wish to savor?

Would you reach out to my cheek and whisper how happy you are?

Listening to my voice so oh weak as I wonder how you came to love me?

If I were to drop my face to the floor would you gently lift my chin?

Would you be telling me I’m allowed to show you more of what hides behind the forced grin?

Would you too have your face etched with a scowl as I hold back the first tear?

Or would you list out every vowel of your worry—of your care for me—no of your fear for me?

If I was to keep carrying out this tired trod would you comfort me with a solemn nod?

Following as I slowly walk off to the mist of the sadlands searching for the grace to tell you what’s behind my tired face.