Getting Smaller in Her Eyes

They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul

And if true, I am worried, for your eyes grow cold.

You hint at a darkness in me, one as black as coal

But its the darkness of stupidity, if the truth be told.

I thought of you wrongly, an injustice in itself,

Worse my thoughts were only based on lies.

Why they were told, I can only guess myself,

Listening to her, not the truth before my eyes

I know your not that type of lady

Who wants to dwell on such things.

Foolish me, to believe you were shady,

Acting like a puppet on her strings.

I can see I grow smaller

In those cold eyes of yours,

I fear I can not get taller.

Oh, when it rains, it pours.

Just you know

Its very true

My soul glows

Because of you.