Just One Look
O Wise and Holy Man,
In your eyes I am sure that I see,
Something so important to me!
I am no longer sure if those eyes,
And silent broken hearted, sighs,
Are attached to a body at all,
They seem just to be, that’s all!
That they see right through me,
That much even I can see.
There is no question of magical power,
Or hypnosis, and they sure don’t glower.
They are drinking me in that’s for sure,
But with a love so completely pure,
A new born baby could not compete,
In making a heart so glad in defeat.
The Beloved’s some sort of metaphor;
Well that’s what I think I thought before,
But this seems far, far, more real to me,
Than a figure of speech could possibly be.
And now that those eyes have released me,
I know I will never want to be free.
Well, not of the love I found there,
Or of that depth of love anywhere.
So silently tell me it is true,
That I will always be with you,
And that, whether here or there I roam,
That love will always and ever be home.
O Wise and Holy Man,
In your eyes I am sure that I see,
Something so important to me!
I am no longer sure if those eyes,
And silent broken hearted, sighs,
Are attached to a body at all,
They seem just to be, that’s all!
That they see right through me,
That much even I can see.
There is no question of magical power,
Or hypnosis, and they sure don’t glower.
They are drinking me in that’s for sure,
But with a love so completely pure,
A new born baby could not compete,
In making a heart so glad in defeat.
The Beloved’s some sort of metaphor;
Well that’s what I think I thought before,
But this seems far, far, more real to me,
Than a figure of speech could possibly be.
And now that those eyes have released me,
I know I will never want to be free.
Well, not of the love I found there,
Or of that depth of love anywhere.
So silently tell me it is true,
That I will always be with you,
And that, whether here or there I roam,
That love will always and ever be home.
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