Her eyes. Blazing circles of endless hope are her eyes, The truth of what she sees hidden deep inside, The love she offers is too much for me to contain, The way she looks at me, it drives me insane. The touch of her vision reads me every time, Though she’s never seen me, not that she was ever blind, But crawls upon me the eerie rest of her eyes, She sees me, as if I were a prince, makes me feel that way inside. I love her for what she’s made of me, I cherish the way she looks at me, I hold sacred the moments when she looks away, Those seconds stretch to seem like endless days. Look at me, once more and again, I plead, She’s talks to my comfort and takes my heed, She understands the drought of what I need, She’s knows where it hurts, when I never bleed. Exuberant is the green and hazel depth of her soul, I peep in through, her very own secrets never unfold, Perhaps she is the angel that I’ve heard never, but known so well, In her mind, I’m in heaven, on earth, a blazing hell. Forever shall she make me feel alive, That’s the beauty of the trust within her eyes. Dedicated to her..... She liked it, i hope you do too...
yikes!....sorry for the mistake..."Dedicated"...wish i could correct that. thanks torn rose...much appreciated. and thanks marj