LOOK INTO MY EYES AGAIN

LOOK INTO MY EYES AGAIN

Look into my eyes again, before you make the choice to go.
Look into the countenance of the one who loves you so.
I am the walking wounded, I am the soldier bleeding.
Look into my eyes again and banish thoughts of leaving.

Look into my eyes again that weep their silent tears
And hide behind their anger, made hard by passing years.
Taste the holy sacrament I offer up to you,
The wine and bread of a soul that’s dead but longs to rise anew.

Look into my eyes again, remember our romance
That rose above the commonplace, the usual song and dance.
A love so hot it blistered and woke me from my sleep
A love that conquered loneliness and tore into me deep.
A grand and glorious act of faith, a love forever mine to keep.

Look into my eyes again, my handsome good luck charm,
And remember just how good it felt to hold me in your arms.
Though I’m weak and weary, I hunger still for you.
Look into my eyes again, come gently to my rescue.

-Bruce Potts
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