Words could
mend a shattered heart
Love could
fix a broken vase
I would
have walked a mile in my tattered shoe
and my
faint, quivering voice for finding you,
would have been
spared the extravagant price
Oh! If only
you could read my eyes
Rain
wouldn’t make my eyes wet
I could
smile despite my bleeding feet
The flowers
wouldn’t turn pale in the mid-spring
and this
long borne silence would lose its soul
as your
breath would break the ice
Oh! If only
you could read my eyes
The wingless
bird would leave her qualms behind
The ruffled
shore for once could breathe just deeper
The music
from your eyes could calm a flustered mind
and the
wounded sailor would then know
what it
takes to stand tall in the face of pain and rise
Oh! If only
you could read my eyes
I could
learn what it takes to kill shadows
As the light
wouldn’t desert me in the full moon night
All fears
would be belittled, all struggles dignified
and this
verse would seem just a bit less ordinary
as the horizon
I dreamt of would have lived beyond time
Oh! If only
you could read my eyes 
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