Bill Steward


Such beautiful eyes


Such beautiful eyes
I tell myself not to look
When you walk on by
But i take a peek
Just to remind myself why
Every time you turn the corner
Ill be there watching
Looking into those beautiful eyes
Every time you leave the house
Ill be on the other side of the street
Im your shadow
Even when its dark
Your all alone now
Walking down an empty road
Such beautiful eyes
Even when death is in sight
Such beautiful eyes
Even when life is no longer inside
Now i walk down
A busy street
Looking for another pair
Of beautiful eyes.

Submitted: Thursday, November 08, 2007
Edited: Saturday, April 23, 2011

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  • Rajan Dhanaraj (10/20/2008 9:50:00 AM)

    can you get another pair of eyes as beautiful like the first one?

    A busy street
    Looking for another pair
    Of beautiful eyes. (Report) Reply

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