mata...

i am sorry
i don't look at your eyes
not often
if i do
i'd lose it
i'd give in to the welling tears
ever so ready to fall

your presence makes me
feel i'm twenty again
that i have to decide
have to figure out
what love and cowardice
can do to me.

you are me
in an overwhelming way

no, you do not hurt me
you set my spirit in a trance
and you turn back time
i have to fight you and me
and our strength is quite a challenge
to this rusted vigor

so
i am sorry
do not misinterpret
the only way to win this battle
this everyday battle is
i don't look at your eyes
your beautiful eyes.