Daily Mirror

My gift to you is a mirror, my eyes,
Where you always will find love's reflection,
A soft sheet which upon your bed still lies,
Looking at you in the same direction.
The eyes are close friends of the heart, you know,
Their tongues alight scream inaudible sounds,
Your flashes of lightning therein still glow,
As your thunder deep in my heart still pounds.
Mirrors of memories shared, mutual pleasure,
Picturesque emotions, refracted joys,
Self-pleasuring insight, coming together,
Unwrapping of the most intimate toys.
Open or closed, together or apart,
The eyes don't distort the voice of the heart.