When I met you
I looked into your eyes
What was I seeing?
Love, passion, beauty, laughter...?
Or was it my own refection
Did you see the same in my eyes?
What did you see?
I would like to know
Tell me when you have the time
When you reach the point of pointlessness
I would like to hear of your reflection
when you looked into my eyes
Perhaps we might then share the same depth
Clarity comes through nakedness
How can you see when you are fully clothed
Covered by the outer so that you can hide the inner
I would like to see the inner,
I hope someday you would invite me...