The Day Her Eyes Stopped Dancing

Her eyes have always shimmered,
But now they have gone dim.
I used to stare at them for hours,
In their depth I would swim.

I first saw her when skating,
Or at least I saw her eyes.
I saw them dancing and gleaming,
As the joy in her heart did rise.

Her gentle mind was focused,
On the small skating girl,
Who skated with abounding grace,
And would fly when she twirled.

I saw her compassion,
As she watched the girl with love.
And on that day I decided,
That she was sent for me from above.

I came to see her often,
But I never said a word,
To the wonderful woman,
Whose sparkling eyes I savored.

Until one early autum day,
I finally said "hi,"
But only after a long moment,
Of watching her eyes.

Her voice was like bells,
Or like diamonds and pearls.
I was instantly enchanted,
And my mind was in swirls.

Several weeks had passed with her,
And many blessed nights.
When I came to the rink to surprise her,
And was shocked by the sights.

Well, everything seemed normal,
All except her eyes.
They no longer danced and shimmered,
And had no trace of the moonrise.

I looked at where she was staring,
At the skaters gliding about,
And could not find the little girl,
Whom she couldn't seem to smile without.

She looked at me and said,
"My kid sister isn't here."
I saw the sorrow in her eyes,
Then my heart began to fear.

This is when it was,
The day her eyes stopped dancing.
Forever my life was changed,
For the little girl had forever stopped prancing.