They said our son has my eyes but your smile,

Stealing attentive hearts without their knowing.

Open delight, so innocent of guile,

They said. Our son has my eyes, but your smile’s

Still there, my dear, bursting my heart. Our child’s 

Grown up, has lovers all his own. Glowing,

They say our son has my eyes. But, it’s your smile

Stealing attentive hearts without their knowing.