My eyes are closed

the page is white,

not staying within the lines

pen moves while the ink does write

From the abyss of staring deep within

unseen page moves my soul,

I write not seeing the words

not sure where this will go?

If Love is so predictable

then here my heart is given to you,

my eyes are closed as I write this poem

scribbled pernmanship is a problem too

So to you dear Heart in silence unseen

Passion from my lips with a kiss,

my eyes are closed, but my heart is true

and your touch is what I miss