A true heart without resistance,
longing for one so pure,
giving one's self without resistance,
for my sad soul this is the cure.

For true love is a connection,
from my eyes to your eyes,
In a moment free of rejection,
free it seems when all else dies.

Seldom dose this gift appear,
through the eye, speaking without a word,
not all have an ear to hear,
the language so seldomly heard.