It all starts with the eyes; so brown or green,
but you say its not just that.
It's the way they speak; if so true,
the way one shows; if it's so caring,
the way they're supposed to live.
Living now is more than just waking up,
falling asleep...to slow yourself,
it may be impossible to see what living might be,
if one was alone with no one to connect to.
It's the way of reality; a need for one other.
So if some say it all starts with a glance,
that look can be mistaken,
can be misinterpreted,
can change the way your eyes spin day and night.
It's not just a glance, it cannot just start with what you see.
Whatever this may be; a secret? Who knows,
some lingering answers are out there,
love. Linger. Together. Linger,
together. Held. Love. Treat.
Just tell me your answer.
If it's just I or you,
my two eye spin.
Lingering where no one can discover,
doesn't it matter.
If it's just you,
only the good fantasy may know.
This starts with so much more; confusion,
direction and digestion
of facts and true pleasures. They want it to begin,
not to linger,
but the way to thrive.
