As you turn, look deep in my eyes,
and see why it is that I am,
for deep in silhouette of your step,
find not the shell of a clam.

As you stare within my sight,
and follow the light to my soul,
there is the twinge of your fear,
as your breath shortens, I hear.

As I slowly turn then sit,
share only the beauty of wit,
that chases the creep of night,
ending the dynasty of fright.

As you take unto your path,
render forth not of wrath,
take hold of blissful delight,
we shall share continual flight.

Geoff Warden

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/enchanting-eyes/