I watch his face sparkle like shattered glass
A face like no other, the face of nude
His eyes are a guard that I wish to pass
His image, now gone, cannot be renewed
To enter his mind would be nice for me
To know how he thinks, to know who he is
The heart that’s beyond him, I wish to see
These feelings I have; I know that they’re his
His face of nude stares past and beyond me
I’m lost to what this could possibly mean
I wonder if thoughts of me come to be
beyond his face (where emotions are clean)
When the shattered glass falls, I want to see
If his face of nude still sparkles for me