Walking in the Wild

In your eyes, where others see sadness,
I see the beauty of a soul, endless,
in its ability to shine, to love and to care,
where else would I want to be, if it's not in the safe haven of your eyes.

In your eyes, life is, and will always be,
when everything has failed, there is the will to stand,
the fire to walk, the love to care about, and not for and understand,
the passion to dance, the dance of life as it should be.

In your ...