In the quiet of a stolen gaze,
Where words dare not intrude,
A universe unfolds and sways,
In eyes where love is brewed.

A silent language softly speaks,
Through depths where secrets lie,
A tender glance that gently seeks,
To trace the sky’s own sigh.

In eyes that dance with fleeting light,
A story old as time,
Where dreams and hopes take flight,
In rhythm and in rhyme.

So let these eyes forever weave,
The tapestry of heart’s embrace,
For in their depths, we shall believe,
In love’s eternal grace.