her eyes

those eyes, so beautiful
so sad, show hidden pain i can feel
few know that hers is real
even those who know her 
those who are fortunate enough to have looked 
those who have peered into her eyes
even they don't know the pain that's there
but even i, who have never seen her eyes move
only by a picture i have seen,
i can see it hidden in those beautiful eyes
i see across distance and time that separates us
in my space, this place far away across the sea,
i feel to see those beautiful eyes 
they look to mine, brave and sad,
sanguine and genuine they speak 
they speak of veiled things, 
harsh and vivid truths unbent,
unafraid to speak their mind,
beautiful and noble are her eyes,
soft and unassuming, like the tips of fingers' touch
they touch my heart and move me smooth as grace,
by which i see through the window to her soul
her spirit is not pretentious
she has no need for it
she speaks her mind with boldness,
yet she gives compassion nestled in the arms of love eternal
she has no one to impress
why should she bother anyway?
no one understands her misery
only she knows the inner game she plays to stay alive
only she knows what everybody else wishes they could know
she is wise to know, 
she casts not pearls before swine
to tell of how she feels is often easy misunderstood
they just laugh inside, 
smile nervously and move on
she has seen them before,
they just move on to the next plastic soul 
until they find one they can exploit to suit their want
she won't let them do her
she with the beautiful, pain filled eyes,
much more beautiful they are than betty davis'
far more even than the mona lisa's
the mona's eyes are haughty and conceited anyway
hers, the one with the beautiful eyes filled with pain,
hers are genuine, sanguine

if i could, i would kiss those eyes with mine
i'd kiss her eyes with my hazel eyes
i'd made her smile tenderly
the corners of her beautiful lips would imperceptibly turn,
they'd move ever so subtly and make her eyes sparkle just a bit,
they'd compliment her ivory colored flesh that's creamy smooth 
it draws my eyes to her bosom chest below those eyes
i find my eyes hard to move below her neck,
but i do and am rewarded with a subtle cleavage line,
so smooth and sweet
soft and plush, 
like the flesh of a woman is
soft and tender to match her gorgeous, pain filled eyes
the eyes i'd love to make love to