under the eye

There is a look
Under the eye
Calls itself a friend 
Lover, by surprise 
You may miss it thinking about the
Scene
You will miss it if your heart
is at expense —
It makes it self at home 
In the kindest of places 
In the sweetest of frames 
Calls itself a friend 
With the look of a spy 
A key in discernment 
mark the hours between
Dead or Alive.