Your eyes speak of passion
I can see through them
Your eyes speak a certain sadness
I feel sad with them
How can I read them, I know not why
Why do I feel them, like a touch, of a wind
It caresses my soul, touches my heart
Lifting me high, above, in the sky
Could it be love?
How could this be?
Keep silent, keep still
Your eyes, close to mine
Let me kiss them once more…
- Rownell Allen
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You’ve got mad talent. You should be proud of yourself
Very nice.
Nice poem the eyes are the windows to one’s soul. You got it rite.
I really love this poem! Good job Rownell!
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