Talking Eyes

29/08/2006

Looking into Her Eyes, I see love,
Looking into Her Eyes, I see hate,
Looking into Her Eyes, I see passion;
I wonder, is it passionate love or hate?

Looking into Her Eyes, I see pain,
Looking into Her Eyes, I see anger,
Looking into Her Eyes, I see suffering;
I wonder, will Her anguish ever end?


When I look at Her, I see all of Her,
When I look into Her Eyes, I look into Her soul;
I see everything.

From a distance or near-by, I would recognize Her Eyes,
From a distance or near-by, my heart would call upon Hers.

Her Eyes tell a story of triumph and pain,
Her Eyes write of fiction, legend and myth,
Her Eyes have experienced it all, seen it all;
Her Eyes tell a story.

Her Eyes give character,
Her Eyes give depth,
Her Eyes give meaning, to the heart I once kept.

The colour – deep and dark,
Reflecting Her feelings and thoughts;
Thoughts - changing all the time,
Changing like the unpredictable sea,
Changing like the unexpected winds.

She need not speak,
She need not whisper a word,
Her Eyes talk.
Whether anguish or joy;
Her Eyes talk.

I know Her, because I know those eyes.
I know Her, because I recognize the way Her Eyes talk to mine,
The way Her Eyes convey Her inner most intimate thoughts and feelings;
The way They communicate with mine.

She need not speak,
She need not whisper a word,
Looking into Her Eyes is when I go weak,
When I can not speak,
When nothing is heard,
And nothing is said.

Our Eyes lock, nothing to break the gaze;
Our Eyes lock, our hearts talk, our souls hold hands and our spirits dance together.
Her Eyes and My Eyes,
Our Eyes will talk forever.

©AGK