Watchful Eyes

Watchful Eyes

I feel his presence, though far apart

His gaze upon me, a constant heart

Not just a glance, but a searching stare

As if he knows me, beyond compare

Though I try to hide, to be unseen

His eyes find me, like a gentle beam

Following my path, wherever I roam

Seeking me out, to call me home

In crowded spaces, or empty space

I feel his presence, a gentle pace

A knowing look, that sees right through

A connection deep, that forever true

His eyes on mine, a sense of peace

A feeling seen, a soul released

Though distance lies, between us two

His watchful eyes, forever see me true.

Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

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