My words are hymns I paint for you, <br />Vespers chanting your sacred name; <br />Incense rises before your face- <br />And prayers I would say, for no other. <br /> <br />If your eyes were brown or green or blue, <br />I suppose it would be the same; <br />The eyes are what give a face it's grace- <br />But are never the same, in another. <br /> <br />Your eyes will still be my light, it's true, <br />Whether the moon may wax or wane; <br />For in your eyes I see a trace <br />Of the one I would know, as lover. <br /> <br />There's nothing to say, nothing to do, <br />There's much to lose, and nothing to gain; <br />But deep inside there remains a place- <br />Just for you, that I keep under cover.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-words-are-hymns-i-paint-for-you/
