your eyes

the windows to your soul
do darken
every time you speak of her
as if you are somehow overtaken
by something other than God
and like gray clouds
passing over the moon
there is warning there
that needs heeding
my prayer
for forgiveness
that renews your heart
cheerful curtains of light
blowing in the breeze
dressing up your windows
with love

~C

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