You are my loveliest one
My one with the gorgeous eyes.
The eyes that have me smitten
The eyes that have me mesmerized.
When I look into them
I know not why I smile,
Know not what I see or feel,
I know not why I sigh.
Is there a depth in which I can drown?
Or is there a shallowness to not let me in?
Is there a question you ask?
Or is there an answer to my suffering?
Is there a mockery of my feelings?
Or is there a plea from within?
Is there a fire, a spark, a life?
Or is there a death, cold, freezing?
Are you trying to look here?
Are you trying to look away?
Are you trying to reveal?
Are you trying to escape?
Is it a cunning unmatched?
Is it a beauty divine?
Is it that I should seek you?
Or is it that you are mine?
Is this a pain that I feel?
Or is this an ecstasy in disguise?
Is this a hope, a dream, a love?
Or is this just a way out of my plight?
What is it that you're trying to tell?
What is it that you're trying to hide?
Why have you made yourself a mystery?
Tell me. . . My one with the gorgeous eyes.
[written when "Venus Was in Scorpio"]