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By Joe DiMino Submitted by Joe DiMino Date: 2002 May 09 Comment on this Work [[2002.05.09.18.40.3849]] |
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"Tell Me With Your Eyes" Tell me with your eyes-- words have lied; as blossoms withered and died. Tonight I need more-- to get beyond the pain; tell me with your eyes, perhaps I'll love again. Some say that "eyes are windows"-- Yours sing of love to give; I have been a minstrel, often played to live; open wide your door beams light from a house where love abides-- once dreaming I thought a house built with love was sturdy on all sides; Tell me with your eyes-- mine have been closed; but yours are open wide and only heaven knows how sadly love deprived makes dark the brightest day-- tell me with your eyes and mine will ask to stay.... |