Still
a voice I hear
Caressing
all my senses
Primitive
but clear
(Chorus)
It’s
your soft brown eyes
They
speak without a word
From
your soft brown eyes
Nothing’s
said……but all is heard
Language
speaks in fragments
Man
creates the words
Who
creates that spirit
Through
your eyes I’ve heard
(Chorus)
A
future past relation will not tell me how
Time
is man’s creation
All
that is is now
Your
eyes melt my defenses
Warm
me where I’m cold
Power
in your finger tips
©monty
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