I was tamed,
Danced to the tune of his eyes.
They sang, the sweetest melody
With flame or
Rather blaze and made
Every lie so flawless.
So I danced,
Walked on walls and
Counted the grains of sand.
It was in his eyes
I read 'us'.

With each glance
Stealing every beat
Of this heart,
It is this heart he owns.

It is his eyes.
Gray like the ashes
Of the angel oak,
I remain tamed.
© ace.of.spades