Your Eyes Speak To My Soul

A love poem.

They say that the eyes

are windows to the soul

and you have entered mine

every time you gaze

into my hazel eyes.

 

Your penetrating 

blue eyes

see right through me

into my very depths

and read me as if

I were some book.

 

They pierce my soul

searching every corner

seeking out every

little thing about me

knowing me sometimes

even better than 

I know myself.

 

Yet they have the power

to melt me like butter,

turn me to mush

and make me quiver

like I am jello,

but make me feel like

I am beautiful, desirable,

and loved.

 

Your eyes speak to my soul

telling me of your love,

of your longing,

of your desire,

of your hopes 

and dreams.

Author's Note

Written for a contest on AP.

Reviews

[LadyKarissa]

Your eyes are windows into your soul. Yes indeed.
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[Raven Starhawk]

Thought this was surprisingly good. Well I should actually type that it was NO surprise it would be good since I think your writing abilities are clearly far more advanced than most. Anyway I thought the way you weaved this was wonderfully done.