Strange Eyes Before Me

Who are these strange eyes before me?
I do not recognize them
I would not speak nor listen
In turbulence I was
Blowing from here to there
No set direction in sight
My head held low
Accepting my plight
Who are these strange eyes before me?
Are they filled with condemnation?
As I wait for redemption
I search at a mere glance
Wanting to know more but can't take the chance
Drawn to him I am
With his gentle touch of my hair
The leap of my heartbeat
Wishing for his time to spare
Who are these eyes before me?
It's the beautiful soul that has seen me
The one that found me
The one that believed in me
These are the eyes of my love, my family

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