Bill Cantrell


When Our Eyes Met


When our eyes met, I had a panic,
wondering if you could see.
Mine were convinced there was no other,
somehow I knew, you were for me.
Warmth has such a welcome,
a blessing for which to pray.
In my life, I now have meaning
at my side forever stay.
Loneliness is so un-sharing,
so cold and empty, and void of care.
A place all too familiar.
I know, I have been there.
You, you give life meaning
All other pleasures, they can’t compete.
Don’t slay hope with rejection,
I lay my heart before your feet.
And now, in life’s sunset,
we go on walking hand in hand.
I still remember what our eyes said,
you are my woman, I am your man.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013

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A love poem I wrote for my wife.

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