Rainbows (Custance)/Grey Eyes

by Olive Custance

For works with similar titles, see Grey Eyes.

Grey Eyes

 

I love to look into your long sad eyes,Those veiled inscrutable eyes that half revealYour silent soul, grown curiously wiseThrough strange experience in Life's mysteries,Grey eyes whose lids are cunning to concealGlances that have the glitter of cold steel.

Lightly you laugh and jest like other men,But seeing your troubled beauty, I surmiseHow you have striven, suffered, sinned,And whenYou are gay, I guess your sorrows even then.Because not all your subtle treacheriesCan hide from me the secrets in your eyes.