Sweet Eyes
Words by Bryon Bowers
eyes soft with a touch of demure
your eyes were sweet
your demeanor couture
you were a touch of shy
with a little drink of wild
hovering underneath
a soft spoken smile…
you had sweet eyes
couldn't look away
just met you
wanted you with me
knew i'd be with you
for the rest of my life
you were wearing a white sweater
eyes demure and soft
lips pursed as you talked…
you were shy…
but I could see a wild in your walk
you told me of california
and your fashion design
I've forgotten my words
my brain was preoccupied
we watched the game
but I really only watched you
my hands usually knowing
didn't know what to do
your grama said don't date me
on her death bed she did
our minds were connected
pin pals, electric
Internet just rising
keyboard surfers at night
words our exchange
before i held you tight
you gave me your mind
before you gave me your body
a treasure of elegance
a love all mine