Your Eyes... Burning deep into mine

A rough poem of a chance thats now only a dream.

Your Eyes... Burning deep into mine
(if you've ever let a chance slip through your fingers)

There are your eyes,
Burning deep into mine.
For a second, a breath,
Then we both look away.
I thought it was finished;
Hurts and shames never do much good.

At the beginning, in the first,
Only my eyes wandered,
And it was you who could feel my stare.

But now I know better,
You're gazing at me from across over there.
What do you want, what am I supposed to do?

Golden hair and skin so black
I'm deathly afriad of not going back.

Give me just one minute, of fingertips and a hungry carress.

We'll finish something that never began
From the Coast of France to the heat of Trinidad.
Old sisters; college talks; bitter memories never became so sweet.

I was prepared to step out, to start anew,
Just pust this all behind us, whatever it was that grew.
But there are your eyes,
Burning deep into mine.
How can I forget them?
How can I pretend you're not there?