I search your eyes and find your open soul.

You search mine and only find reserves.

You wonder why, as do I,

Though I think I know.

So long ago it seems,

When he came to me.

It turned so quickly true,

Don't know how it all turned blue.

I guess I search for him in you,

And hope I will not see

The same two eyes that let me go

Looking through you at me.

Your open soul is haunting,

Your true and honest heart,

Held on a silver platter

Waiting for me to start.

I'm sorry I'm not jumping at the chance to start anew,

I'm just scared of seeing that soul searching gaze from you. . .