Two shining eyes that never lose their light, <br />Haunting with dreams like stars within the night; <br />Two rosy lips whose magic kisses fall <br />Wild on my own in passion magical. <br /> <br />Two shining eyes that ever gaze on me, <br />Haunting as some old Irish melody; <br />Two rosy lips that ever seem to press, <br />Right thro' my dreams, on mine their own caress. <br /> <br />Tho' Hope be dim, tho' fade Youth's rosy flush; <br />Tho' Death may come, tho' Life my spirit crush; <br />Two haunting eyes will never cease to shine: <br />Two magic lips will ever press on mine. <br /> <br /> <br />November, 1915.<br /><br />John William Streets<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-59/
