Alone you stand, as do I.
You see me, but you look away as I look to you.
I know you see me. Do you know I see you?
You want to look, but you don't.
You won't; you can't.
Why? Is it fear? Is it desire?
Am I forbidden? Are you?
You look at me, but not at my eyes.
Eyes are windows to the soul.
Are you afraid to see mine?
Or are they mirrors to one's soul?
Are you afraid to see yours?
Look at me as I look at you.
Look into my eyes. Look deep...