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
releases for 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 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.
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Reviewed by the phantom pheonix (Reader)
Reviewed on April 15, 2003
this was so sad and haunted and beautifully heart felt nice job on this amazing poem
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
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Such a beautiful write...
Trixie :)
Chrissie