XXXVIII: Lies to Live By

There's something very fae about your eyes.

I couldn't tell you what I hope I see.

If I am right, it's not because I'm wise;

but lucky, more than all, we might agree.

They seem to say 'I'd show you all my tears,

if ever we're alone to let them drop.'

They say 'I think we've got the selfsame fears,

but if you let me see them, they can stop.'

Yet this is only if …