Golden Knowledge

Your eyes are like two grey pools of knowledge,

when I look in them I can see your soul.



I can see the burdens inside,

all your stories unfold.



The painful secrets you must carry,

I will always long to hold.



Maybe someday you will open your eyes wide,

I will show you that you can be bold.



For someday I wish to see,

the memories cherished as gold.

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