Your eyes so deep

H. Burleigh

Your eyes so deep and tender are,

Soft with the glamour of a star,

Bright with the gentle light that lies

In placid streams and sunny skies;

Your eyes so tender are.

And yet, those melting, smiling eyes,

From out their depths so sweet,

Have lanced a cruel, piercing dart;

And now my wounded, bleeding heart

Lies captive at your feet.

Your lips are like a sweet, red rose,

That in some scented garden grows;

A dewy rose, so sweet and red,

That blooms amidst a lily bed;

Your lips are like a rose.

And yet, those velvet-petal'd lips

A honey'd poison brew,

That through my veins has run like fire,

And filled my soul with love's desire,

And left me mad for you.