Thy brown eyes ’tis gone wide with excitement
Your warm letter ’tis in thy cold hands
Thy eyes fixated on your intoxicating words
Side to side they go as if in a dance
Soaking in every detail you express
With every sentence thy eyes go down slowly
Many a words resume in thy mind
At will thy feet pace the floor
Thy mind ’tis fallen on you
As you write ’tis it your left hand that moves gracefully
As you write where does your words come from
Do they come from your beautiful mind or your loving heart
The letter ’tis vanishing only a few words ’tis remaining
A tear crests thy right eye ready to flee
Thy eyes wonder when they shall see yours
Thy mind ’tis stomping about the letter ’tis over
The last word thy eyes soak in ’tis your name
Thy mind focuses on the small heart
For a many hours thy mind wonders
Shall thy caged heart open to you . . .