Bright Eyes Poem by Francois Hoon

Bright eyes
Burning like fire
Bright eyes
Your heart was my desire

Bright eyes…
Sparkling love flooding from your soul
But none of thee said I be your sire
A thousand loves the memoirs we shared
But your heart, dear love, too young for fire

You’re a precious stone, radiating life
A teeming heart
Bleeding goodness and warmth,
All surpassing
Like sundrops on ice

Purest of smile, diamond of figure
Your absorbing kiss, inhaling my soul.
To seize your devotion my supreme intent
Pondering that path, me eternally bent

Adieu, dear love, your acquaintance sweet
Gave it my all but your heart wouldn’t meet.
‘Tis foolish to seek what the future might hold
After
All,
I can say: “My love did you enfold.”