It’s said the eye is a key to the soul,
Yet when they leave, they leave a hole.
A hole in your life, as those eyes were a treat,
But now they’ve gone, they are no longer sweet.
Do you see them now that you look up high?
Do you still see them when you look to the sky?
Their soul was yours, but just for a time,
So remember that some day, they won’t say “you’re mine.”
But the day shall arrive when that tale ends,
The day shall last forever when you’re more than just friends.