The eyes that run their course upon my face

With hazel tones that cause my heart to race.

They glow like shining stars that fill the night

So beautiful, the way they give off light.

 An innocence not readily exposed

And one I wish to never be reposed.

For why should eyes so beautiful and kind

Be put away, be forced to hide behind

The curtain that is let down to curtail

The show of life with its unholy veil?

But sadly, this is most often the case,

For life is harsh and wishes to erase

The happy moments that people bestow.

It seems that life likes to shatter windows.