In your eyes

What did I pour

into this empty little glass?

Felt like I was looking

into your deep brown eyes.

It was a beauty I’d never seen before.

It tasted like truth.

Cold, like your heart

Warm, like your lips.

I felt the fire,

in this arctic relationship.

It made me laugh.

It made me mad.

I wondered what I am doing

with my tasteless life?

Sobriety was a dream, and this?

This was reality.

I got expressive.

I wish got aggressive.

But I never let you know

how much I loved

to be with you.

To be in your embrace.

I wish you could see

what burned inside me.

I wish I could show my inferno.

And so you know.

It was our untold love story.

The one I lived,

and the one

you never knew existed.

It was our unsung ballad.

The one where I wept my heart off,

and the one you never heard of.

All this

I could see in your eyes

Your deep brown eyes

Every time I pour

the whiskey in my glass.