Your piercing eye

Your hands were warm , your inner fire burned bright
Your piercing eye was also deep and blue
As if inside there  glowed deep  flames of light
You could see  and feel what  poets wrote
Your hands were warm,your mind and heart burned bright
I wonder if you’d felt what others sought
Though you are no more,  you haunt my view
Your heart was warm, the fires of love were bright
Your piercing eye, a hawk, an eagle too