Reflection in Your Eyes

I knew this, even long before the words
Were found to describe my paradise,
When I saw my reflection in your eyes,
And in my eyes you found that of yours.
I thought, that it was merely a game
Of light and shadows under sunny skies,
Which by its crafty nature was devised
To trick me into misery and shame.
Yet, summer passed and in the greying fall
I saw my image smiling back inside
Of eyes, which lightened with a pure gold,
When shimmered back from surface of my sight.
No, that was not reflection - in my soul
Was half of yours, and in your soul - of mine.