© Janneke Gerth 
© Dirk Engelage

Those eyes! 
My god, those eyes!

They touch 
right to the center 
of my soul! 
They make 
my heart go out, 
my arms to try 
and comfort 
offer shelter 
or bring home.

Those eyes! 
They hunt my dreams, 
they fill my days with longing 
to, when only it were possible, 
dry those tears, 
to make this haunted look 
make place for laughs, 
for lights of pleasure 
trust in love again.

Those eyes! 
My god, those eyes