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Rebecca Leigh Wilaby

A Mystical Disguise

Your eyes are like stained glass windows
Colored rays of light shine through
A pieced together picture shows
And the story shown is true

Their beauty, bright, is seen by all
Overwhelming happiness, they beam
No one can hear them as they call
Things aren't always as they seam

But, to see your eyes in black and white
I see the clouds of rain
Not seaming quite so happy and bright
They paint a picture of pain

I see the pain you feel within
In dark and fine detail
Through the rain, I look again
And see it turn to hail

They are so cold and yet so warm
A mystical disguise
Like sunlight shining through a storm
Are your stained glass window eyes.