Here it is again. . .

For ------------
My life I'd give
for your eyes.
Dark brown and warm,
the light that shines.
It warms the day,
the hard worn ground.
They crinkle round
your smile wide:
The pillar that is my guide.
I'm often lost, though,
for I hardly see my beacon bright.
Pulled in tight and worried.
Your forehead creased,
my beating heart:
ceased.
What I'd give to see my way,
to ease your pain
for but a day.