Your eyes calmly gazing into mine.. Searching my soul.. There's nothing to find.. Looking for a feeling. An emotion I hide.. These blue eyes.. Soft in this room.. Quietly crying.. hoping no one will see.. Bottled up passion you release to me.. You look to these eyes for a secret each day.. Ponder all night.. In whose arms I may lay.. Through this night.. they seem to haunt.. Yet still they emit desire and want.. When all is over.. All passion through.. These eyes may not seem as they do.. For when we wake with the morning light.. These eyes turn to darkness.. ..as does vanquish the night.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
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Allen
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These eyes turn to darkness as does vanquish the night. Great paradox, sums and neatly ties the poem up..
Love this, actually a sad but very sensual piece. I always believed that one could see all through another's eyes.