Our eyes

When I look into your eyes.
I see the starlit sky.
And I start wondering.
What do you see in mine?

Do they reflect the moonlight,
Or a trace of the unseen?
Are they thundering,
Or do they whine?

Does your reflection shine bright.
Or is it focused like a beam?
So, like I asked before,
What do you see in me?

I'm still looking in your eyes.
I can still see the sky.
And I can't stop wondering,
Will you ever look in mine?