In the depths of your gaze, where the twilight does dwell,
Lies a silence so vast, like an unspoken spell.
Are you guarding the pain, or denying its part,
As it whispers its tale to the core of your heart?

Your eyes, deep as earth where the ancients once tread,
Speak of secrets long kept and of words left unsaid.
Their light is a lantern, both steady and still,
A beacon of warmth through...