I Can See Your Heart
The sky on a clear morning
cannot match the color of your eyes.
They change with your mood,
now sapphire,
now violet,
now ice.
When you look at me
they are colored by love.
In the fire's glow
they change again.
As the day passes into night
they go amber,
smoky gray,
shadowed.
Gazing into them
I see your heart
utterly open to me,
trusting,
exposed.
I am powerless before them.