Through Loving Eyes

Things that were old are new again,

When seen through loving eyes.

Roads traveled many times before,

Take me to very different places.

What was once no more than mundane,

Commonplace and very well known,

Has now become new and exciting

When seen through loving eyes.

You touch me with your embrace,

And hold me close and whisper,

And all the world is a concert hall,

Playing a melody just for us.

Things that bloomed, bloom more profusely,

Colors glow in surrealistic shades.

Laughter makes my heart take flight,

And lifts the veil of pain and sorrow.

Has the world really changed?

Or taken off some cruel disguise?

Or am I seeing it again for the first time,

When I look at it with loving eyes?