The Eyes Around Me

Solicitous, thoughtful and attentive,
a pair of close-set ring balls encircled me
everywhere I went, gazing at everything I did.
Never did while young I think more about 
those beady eyes, I grew up to be
under its vision, guessed I need not
chase it after, as I had two pairs of such.
Her suppressed silence sang within herself,
never did I understand any of her compositions.

Years after,  those focused balls I was proud about,
abandoned me, being mean still professing.
Uncertain, unaware and unmindful, my attempt
to define her shape wasn't futile. 

I recognise you now divine eyes, only you're 
left in me, not even myself.