In My Eyes

We sometimes have this feeling
That we're not giving, but receiving.
But if I feel this way,
And if you feel that way,
Then we ourselves are deceiving.
For if you're giving, I'm receiving,
And if you're receiving, I must be giving,
And in my eye's that's equal.

We're not asking for an impossible thing
Just to a wonderful friendship we'll cling.
For if you're here,
And if I'm here,
Then this is all we need.
For with our undivided attention.
And genuine interest, not to mention,
Then in my eyes that's sufficient.

We sometimes are afraid
That many debts will go unpaid.
But if I give, you do not owe,
And if you give, your treasure will grow.
Because we are not selling,
We are only just exchanging
Everything from love to empathy ranging.
And in my eyes that's plenty.

We are not here to please all others,
Just ourselves, perhaps a few others.
For if we tried to please society,
And lose of life sweet variety,
Then time is really wasted.
For pleasing all is futile.
And pleasing some may take a while.
And in my eyes that's reason.

We sometimes lose our seating
When love is short and fleeting,
But we must hold on to what is left
And should not feel that we're bereft.
Then we shall not be all alone,
For there is always someone
And all we need is someone,
And in my eyes that's love.

Barbara A. Cadogan © 1983