I’ve never seen your eyes but I know they must be jewels
Able to penetrate granite with a single gaze
Only to reveal the fossil remnants of a life gone by
With all it’s pursuits of illusionary happiness
In the form of material pleasures now buried in turf
Where all things must end on this god forsaken earth
I’ve never seen your hands but I know they must be strong
Able to crush the heart of a wrong doing foe
Only to watch him bleed until his last gasp of breath
With all his will - yet haunted by every regret
In the shape of ambition and greed and lust
Where all things must end and become eternal dust.
I’ve never seen your heart but I know it must be broken
Able to shed tears over so many things unspoken
Only to finally mend with reluctant motivation
With all the luck of the Irish and innovative invention
In good repair it embarks on another love adventure
Where it can break into little pieces and again be forsaken.
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