Those Dulcet Eyes

When I was swayed That the world is full of pretense and lies, I found you— All shining and charming With those dulcet eyes. When a part of me whispers, "Love is squandered," Each morning I see you smile— That part of me dies. Your smile makes my day, But oh pretty lady ! You always had me With those dulcet eyes. When nights were nothing But desolate silence and silent cries, I found you— Who changed the very stars in my skies. A miracle, I believe, Done by those dulcet eyes. Oh, pretty lady, with charm so rare, I know you’ve hearts beyond compare, But none see you the way I do, In adoration with all flaws and flair. All lost within those dulcet eyes